Carefully pushing the door of Elena's room, Ilyan peeked in and adored a peacefully sleeping Elena. A faint smile lit up his face as he walked in her room, ensuring that his footsteps would not disturb her slumber. Shaking his head at Elena's usual sleeping pattern, he bent to adjust the blanket that she had thrown off. Covering her with the blanket properly, he gently stroked her hair before leaving her room.
While he was heading toward his parents' room, his absent-minded self collided with Christina, snapping him back to reality. His hands immediately circled around Christina's arms.
"I am sorry. I am sorry, Mom. Are you alright?"
Christina playfully slapped Ilyan's cheek. "My naive kid! I am alright. Why do you get so worked up lately, hmm?" She embraced Ilyan, occasionally rubbing his back.
