Nighttime, Chu Family.
Ye Lan sat in the rocking chair, holding a swaddled baby, singing an unintelligible lullaby, while Wei Chen stood in the corner, watching her back with a complex gaze.
Repeating the same actions day after day, enjoying it too, only a madperson could persist.
Time had been kind to Ye Lan, leaving no trace on her face, as if pressing a pause button on her body and memory, staying as it was seventeen years ago.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and Chu Yu, reeking of alcohol, strode in, prompting Wei Chen to quickly bow and pay respects.
Chu Yu approached the rocking chair in a few steps, crouched down, and looked at Ye Lan's side profile, as gentle as ever. His blurry eyes softened, and he asked softly:
"Lan Er, how are you feeling today?"
Ye Lan's expression and posture didn't change in the slightest, and if not for the rocking motion, Chu Yu would have thought she was asleep.
