The curtains were still drawn, and the room was dimly lit, with only a faint glow seeping through from the outside.
Ivana Bennett tiptoed over, bending slightly to watch her two sons as they slept.
At this moment, both little guys had their eyes closed, their little faces like two little angels carved from the same mold, nearly indistinguishable.
However, Ivana could still instantly tell which child was which.
Gepard Walker, like his father, slept very well.
Perry Walker was more like Ivana, restless even in sleep, his head already off the pillow, half lying on the bed, with one leg stretched out from under the blanket, revealing half of his fair little calf and a delicately carved foot.
Taking an ankle band from the drawer, she carefully wrapped it around the little guy's ankle, then gingerly tucked the blanket around him. She moved around the bed to place the other ankle band on Gepard's ankle.
