Xin Zaozao fell asleep immediately.
She slept deeply, as if all the tiredness of her life had been pushed away, sound and solid.
In her deep sleep, she occasionally heard the crying of the baby and the soothing sound of Mu Cidian's gentle voice. Despite her struggle, she failed to wake herself up, feeling as though she had been asleep for a long, long time.
When she finally woke up, the room was dim, a clear sign that it was nighttime again.
She remained silent, and the person beside her did not seem to notice that she had awakened.
She watched him, attentively singing nursery rhymes to the baby in his arms.
His deep voice was soft and low, likely in fear of waking her up.
He held the baby with his back to her – the faint glow of the lamp emphasizing his slender figure. His body swayed gently in tune with the lullaby he was singing, radiating warmth and tenderness.
