Her gaze shifted to Zi Xin, who sat beside his brother with one leg crossed neatly over the other.
His fitted navy blue suit framed his slim shoulders perfectly, the subtle silver embroidery along his cuffs catching faint glimmers of morning light. His dark hair was combed back lightly, with small strands falling across his forehead, softening his sharp features into boyish elegance.
Zi Xin looked up at her immediately, his deep eyes calm, open, and quietly thoughtful. "Mom, does this tie look straight?" he asked, holding the slim silver tie between his slender fingers with a faint pout. "It feels weird here."
Relief and warmth flooded Meili's chest as she smiled gently at him. "Come here," she murmured, reaching out to adjust the knot and smooth it down with deft, motherly fingers. "There... Now it looks perfect. My handsome little Master."
