C197 A Wolf Hiding in a Flock of Sheep

Zhang Fancheng's first memory that gradually became clearer was of waking up in his sickbed and talking to his father.

His father sat by the window, the sun shining on the floor, but not on his face. He was curled up in the shadows, hunched over, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the edges of which reflected silver light from their frayed edges. His hair was all white