The sitting area near the door held a small sofa and bookshelf, leading to the sleeping area where a canopy bed dominated the space.
Yuyan was already awake, sitting up against her pillows with a book in her lap.
She looked ethereal in the morning light, her long silver-white hair, inherited from him, falling in loose waves down her back.
Her pale complexion made her look fragile, delicate, like something that might break if handled roughly
But her eyes, when she looked up at him, were bright and alert and far too knowing for a child her age. But overall, she looked better and healthier.
"I'm okay, Daddy," she said, her smile warm and genuine.
"Good morning. How was your night?"
Lu Yuze felt the tension in his shoulders ease slightly. His daughter was back home with him and all the worries were gone.
He crossed the room and wrapped her in a careful hug, mindful of her health, of how fragile her body could be despite the strength of her spirit.
