Zhao Tian leaned back against the headboard and his gaze was distant as the weight of recent revelations still settled within him.
Xia Shenyi was curled comfortably in his lap, her soft hair brushing against his chin as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Her arms were loosely looped around his neck, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns across his collarbone.
Zhao Tian's hand moved gently along her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin in small, soothing circles.
He wasn't even aware he was doing it; it was instinctive, anchoring him amidst the swirl of impossible truths he had learned.
Xia Shenyi tilted her head slightly, looking at him with a thoughtful look "That's…" she began softly, her lips curving into a faint, wry smile, "…very interesting. So you have three mothers."
Her tone was calm but carried a glint of confusion, like she was still trying to wrap her head around it.
