As the morning light continued to strengthen, Su Wanyan stirred awake, the warm rays of the sun gently brushing across her face like a persistent, golden caress. She lifted her right hand to shield her eyes, a soft groan escaping her lips as she straightened her posture against the headboard.
Blinking rapidly, she tried to shake off the lingering drowsiness that clung to her. Her body felt rested enough, but the long night of caring for both Mo Xingxue and little Mo Yan had left a subtle heaviness in her limbs.
She turned her gaze to the mother and daughter still sleeping peacefully beside her. Mo Xingxue's face was relaxed in slumber, her lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks, while Mo Yan nestled securely against her mother.
The sight brought a tender smile to Su Wanyan's lips. Not wanting the bright sunlight to disturb them, she rose silently and crossed to the window, drawing the curtains closed with smooth movements.
