Tian Sangsang wasn't someone who struggled to sleep in unfamiliar places; she could usually fall asleep anywhere. So that night, after Jiang Jinghuai set up his bedding on the floor, she went to the bathroom, slipped into her private space to soak in a rose bath, then applied a face mask before changing into her oversized pale lavender nightgown. She grabbed the new, freshly bought thin quilt and lay down on the bed.
The darkness was strikingly silent. She reached out to hold her son's soft little body close.
Meng Shuyan's tiny body shifted slightly, instinctively snuggling into her arms as he murmured softly, "Mama. Papa."
Tian Sangsang froze for a moment, then gently patted his back. Sure enough, he stopped calling and quickly quieted down.
Having a grown man in the room inevitably made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. It carried a faint sense of intrusion into her personal space. After all, it had always just been her and her son sharing their secret haven before now.
