In the early morning, the birds cheered and the sunlight came from the gap of the wooden house, which was right on Xie Xuan's face.

Xie Xuan, a spirited man, turned over from the ground and began to blame himself. He was so careless that he fell asleep in the middle of the night. He was not alert at all. In case of any accident, didn't all these things that he saved his father and made up for his life's regret vanish?

I don't know when the fire has gone out. Xingyao is holding her knees in both hands. It seems that she is still sleeping.

rubbing his head, he...