Nighttime
Inside the room, Leon sat quietly on the sofa, cradling a cup of coffee in his hand.
His expression was calm and relaxed, as if he were sinking into deep contemplation.
To his right sat a little girl with long white hair neatly arranged in a bun, her cute round face belying a surprising maturity.
The little girl sat quietly, her hands wrapped around a cup of warm white milk, taking occasional sips as she cast glances at Leon. Her curiosity shone through her gaze, quietly observing him.
After a moment, she carefully set her cup down on the table before the sofa and returned her attention to Leon.
"Daddy, is there something on your mind?" This little girl, who was none other than Charlotte, inquired, her calm demeanor and faint smile revealing her anticipation.
Moments earlier, her father had summoned her to his room for what seemed like an important conversation, sparking her curiosity.
