Ancient Contract Scroll
Traffic lights, crosswalks, pedestrians, cars...
Sun Tian's vision seemed disconnected from his mind as he drove slowly, replaying what had just happened over and over.
Driving in such an absentminded state could easily cause an accident. Fortunately, he had driven this route at least a thousand times and knew it so well it had become muscle memory. Half an hour later, he arrived home safely.
It was already ten at night, and the villa was quiet.
He opened the door to his daughter's room and peeked inside. His adorable little girl was sleeping soundly.
He slipped out quietly and returned to his own bedroom, where his wife, who took excellent care of herself, was eating fruit and watching some obscure, low-budget foreign comedy.
"You're home?"
That brief greeting served as her welcome.
Sun Tian was a fairly upright man. After all, his old friends called him the "Martial Monk." Although he didn't have to follow monastic rules, womanizing wasn't really his thing, and his wife had always trusted him on that score.
Tonight, however, Sun Tian was a little different. Even his response sounded distracted.
"Yeah. What time did Little An go to sleep?"
"Eight. She played for a while after finishing her homework, then went to bed."
Sun Tian took off his jacket and set it aside, then lay down on the bed, rubbing his forehead as he pondered something.
His wife turned down the television with the remote, then leaned over beside Sun Tian and helped massage his forehead.
"Are you exhausted? Did something go wrong with the business?"
He took her hand and kissed it.
"It's nothing. I just suddenly started missing Mom and Dad."
Despite what he said, Sun Tian's mind was still on what had happened earlier.
"If you miss them, we