Ho Shao-ting threw his coat onto the sofa and tiptoed into the master bedroom, turning on a bedside lamp.Wen Man slept soundly.A fair face as clean as white plum, nestled against the pillow, with a he...its mouth slightly open, breathing sweet air.Wen Man's heart ached with a mixture of tenderness and sadness.She sat on the edge of the bed, extending a slender finger to gently stroke the little one.T...