Inside the bedroom, moonlight quietly flows and spills across the floor.
On the large bed, a woman lies with her long hair sprawling like ink, wearing a white Hepburn-style nightdress, revealing her distinctly beautiful collarbone.
Under the night, it seems to be glowing.
She is like a sleeping beauty; even after having a child and becoming a mother, her charm and beauty are only enhanced.
Beside her are two small baby cribs, each holding a little one.
However, Lu Xiao doesn't first go to those little ones but instead goes to Wen Xian's bedside, slightly leaning over, one hand resting on the nightstand and the other gently caressing her cheek.
His fingertips softly rub.
In his deep, dark eyes, there is a profound longing for her.
Earlier, when he came upstairs, the care worker here told him that there are professionals who look after the children at night, fearing it affects the mother's rest, but Wen Xian refused.
