"A month ago, it was still good here. It was full of laughter, and it was a warm home.
Dad always brought me something delicious or even funny every time he came back with a dart, making me happy.
I remembered the last time I came back, he brought me a piece of red cloth. He brought back a young man who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. At that time, I heard from my father that he was robbed by bandits and was seriously injured because he failed to be a wife in 10 countries. My father was soft-hearted and took him in as a disciple. He was afraid that master brother would bully him, so he asked him to stay in this room to rest and take care of his injuries. Until he completely recovered, he taught him martial arts.
At that time, I already knew that his name was Pan Jun. He was ki
