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On a cold, dark night, Shen Qingqiu sits on the steps of his bamboo house, cradling his infant son, Shen Yuan. A rare, tender smile graces his lips as Shen Yuan reaches out his tiny hand to play with Shen Qingqiu's hair. Shen Qingqiu chuckles softly, gently grasping his son's hand and leaning down to press a light kiss to his knuckles.
After a moment of quiet reflection, Shen Qingqiu straightens up and begins to speak. "Listen well, little one. Life will not always show you mercy, but you must face it with resolve and grace." His grip on Shen Yuan's hand tightens slightly. "Strength has its place, but it is wisdom and compassion that will serve you best in the end."
He adjusts his hold to cradle Shen Yuan's head with more care. "Know that my guidance will always be with you, even if my presence is not. Sleep now, and when you awaken, remember that you carry not only my name but my hopes for the future. Strive to be worthy of them, and you will find your own path, one of honor and distinction."
Leaning down once more, Shen Qingqiu presses a soft kiss Shen Yuan's forehead. "I look forward seeing the person you will become and the joys you will discover along your journey."
As Shen Qingqiu sits back up, he notices that Shen Yuan is already asleep, and a soft chuckle escapes him. "Goodnight, little one."