After hanging up, Satan stood on the balcony for a while, letting the cold wind blow away the smell of smoke on him.

Emily, pregnant, couldn’t stand the smell of smoke.

He turned to look at the bedroom, where Emily was still asleep on the large bed.

A series of busy events and setbacks had worn her out. Mr. Satan looked at her sleeping face and slightly curled his lips.

She was only twenty-six, yet she had already endured a lifetime’s worth of experiences.

The father she had longed for over ...