Liang Zhichen added a lot of firewood to the kiln, making the room warm and cozy.
Dong Huiying untied her cloak, sitting cross-legged on the kang bed, not too far away, a child was sleeping soundly.
She looked at Wuwang's adorable sleeping face, gently prodding his chubby cheek with her fingertip.
Before, she hadn't thought in this direction, only felt a sense of familiarity when seeing the child. But now she looked again and found that the child's features bore some resemblance to hers, to Yixuan's, and most of all to her mouth.
Thinking of Yixuan, she sighed lightly.
After tucking the blanket around Wuwang, she deftly stepped down. She had to check on Lao San because it worried her that he hadn't woken up yet. When she came out of the room, she saw Yixuan standing outside the door.
"Hmph!" She turned her head, then called Zhichen.
