"Aaaaaah! Dadda!" A sweet, adorable little squeal echoed through Elize's kitchen, followed by excited babbling and the rhythmic tapping of a spoon against a silver bowl.
Lingxi sat snugly on Ruxue's lap, her little feet dangling in the air while her mother and Elize prepared the porridge. The warm, sweet aroma wafted through the room, mingling with the soft crackle of the stove.
A gentle smile graced Ruxue's lips as her fingers combed through the silky strands of Lingxi's hair. The little one's cuteness was the perfect antidote to the anxiety that had been weighing on her chest ever since the operation to rescue Yuehan and Huoyue began.
She leaned forward slightly, bringing her face close to Lingxi's.
"What's the matter, sweetheart? Do you think Daddy's on his way?" Ruxue asked in a soft voice, watching the baby's little purple eyes sparkle in response.
