Time flashed by like a white colt glimpsed through a crack... cough, cough, fellow Daoists, don't mind me—Phantom Rain let an occupational habit slip out. But time really had flown so fast; in the blink of an eye, another year had passed... Mm, it should be a month.
As it happened, on this day last month, Phantom Rain became a father.
Fatherly love is like a mountain. Those words are heavy indeed. People all said a man might not necessarily mature after getting married, but after becoming a father, he would definitely undergo a transformation.
Phantom Rain now understood that.
Thinking back on this month's life, to borrow a line from fellow Daoist Tinglou, it had been the beginning of a father's life of pain so deep he wished he were dead. Hehe, there was certainly pain so deep he wished he were dead, but even more than that, there was joy and happiness.
Watching the baby grow day by day was very satisfying, very blissful.
In the blink of an eye, the baby was about to be one month old. According to custom, this seemed to be a very important day.
Little Fellow was very healthy and very strong. As I wrote these words, Little Fellow was perhaps feeling a bit hot and was busy strenuously kicking off the blanket.
This month's updates hadn't been strong enough. I'm sorry, everyone. After all, I had just become a father for the first time, and many things were a tangled mess. But now that I had a baby, the responsibility on my shoulders was even greater, and Phantom Rain would not slack off or be lazy.
Next month, I would work hard again. Of course, with Little Fellow here, there were many things to handle, so mass releases every other day