"You don't like fighting wars?" Prince Le poured him a cup of wine as well.
"Of course not." Yangyang didn't notice and took a sip. "I heard many children are left without parents because of war. It's really pitiful to have no parents."
Baili Han was momentarily stunned, as if he could hear a woman's voice in his ears, "Han'er, Han'er..."
"Yes, you're right. Children without parents are very pitiful."
"So can you stop fighting?" Yangyang looked at him expectantly.
"How about you become my son?" Baili Han didn't answer him but asked this question instead.
"If I become your son, will you stop fighting?"
Baili Han nodded, "I'll consider it."
This presented a dilemma, Yangyang felt deeply troubled and conflicted.
He could only be the son of his beautiful father, how could he become someone else's son?
After resting his chin on his hand and thinking for a long while, he said, "How about I become your godson? I can't let down my beautiful father."
