It's late at night on a cold winter's day, and the three are sitting in the living room of their large house. Cheng is working on something important with a cold look on his face, whilst Rong is curled up on Xuan's lap, chewing on his own little hand, listening to the older man read him a story.

Rong: "Baba... wan' 'uddles... wi' 'ou an' Dada..."

Xuan: "I'm sorry, little one, but it's bed time now. You can give your Dada a cuddle tomorrow."

Rong's lip starts to tremble as the little boy starts to cry. But, Xuan just passes him his stuffed bear, and the tiny boy stops crying immediately.

As soon as Rong has been put to bed, Xuan comes back downstairs, and sits next to Cheng, who looks up at him with a cold expression, which softens when he sees who it is.

Cheng: "Xuan, dear... How is our little Rong doing?"

Xuan: "Not well. If anything, he's just getting worse..."

Cheng: "That's... not unexpected, though I hate to say it... And how are you doing, my dear?"