Nan Zhan walked up to Zhengzheng's room door, which was also left ajar. He pushed the door open, and the warm morning sunlight fell onto the spacious bed.
In the middle of the bed, Jian Si was curled up, holding Zhengzheng in her arms, the little red face bearing a serene smile.
Seeing such a scene, four words suddenly emerged in Nan Zhan's mind: tranquil and peaceful times.
He didn't disturb the two peacefully sleeping individuals, took a step back, and gently closed the door.
Arriving in the kitchen, Nan Zhan opened the fridge to take a look. He didn't know how to stir-fry, but there were frozen dumplings available. Thinking that dumplings also required boiling, he found it a bit troublesome, but ultimately he took out a bag anyway.
