Jiang Ning felt that thought flash through her mind. She didn't voice it, instead retreating into her exhaustion. Her head was filled with fog, and she had no desire to speak it aloud.
As expected, Li Hongyuan was merely holding her, and Jiang Ning once again drifted into a deep sleep.
Jiang Ning was always fond of sleeping, even if she had slept early the previous night. As long as the children did not disturb her, she would sleep until the sun had risen high.
Both children had grown up. One was studying with Lin Shimo, utterly engrossed in his studies.
The other, every day spent time with two female teachers, was even more enthusiastic.
It had been many days since they had come over in the morning.
Jiang Ning opened her eyes to see several strands of soft sunlight filtering through the small window. They landed on the bronze mirror on the dressing table, refracting dazzling rays of light.
