The van hummed smoothly along the city streets, its interior quiet and comfortable under the soft afternoon light. Sunbeams filtered through the tinted windows, casting gentle, shifting patterns across the leather seats and the peaceful figures inside.
The ride was smooth, almost soothing, with the faint, distant sounds of the city
—honking horns, passing vehicles, and the low murmur of life outside—creating a peaceful backdrop.
Shen Guoxing rested her head comfortably on Su Wanyan's lap, sleeping soundly with a thin jacket draped over her face to shield her from the bright light. Su Wanyan's left hand rested protectively on the child's frail frame, almost like a hug, keeping her secure as the van moved forward.
Su Wanyan scrolled through her phone with her right hand, quietly reading medical articles to stay updated. Her expression was relaxed, a small, gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
