With a swish, the fire ignited. He raised his hand to light the cigarette, scanning the edge of his vision past the little one's bed, hurriedly moving the flame away from the lighter.
Damn it, how did he forget there was a child here.
Placing the lighter back on the table, he continued to work, but felt a bit irritated inside.
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...
Outside the mansion, behind the tall spruce, a figure cautiously stepped on the snow, approaching and pausing in the shadows.
The winter night was cold, and the person was heavily wrapped, the collar of their coat raised, a dark blue woolen hat pressed low to their brow, revealing only a pair of eyes.
If Xicheng were standing here at this moment, he would instantly recognize that the hat the person wore was the same style as his son's, and the eyes under that hat were just as dark and bright as Niannian's.
