The one who had planned to catch up on some sleep was roused by Song Sizhi and Song Sishen's commotion, and all sleepiness was gone.
She got up to wash up and went downstairs, just in time to see Ya Ying carrying breakfast out of the kitchen. Upon seeing her descend the stairs, she smiled brightly, "Manman is up!"
"Good morning, Auntie."
This breakfast was peaceful, not the smoky chaos that Song Sizhi and Song Sishen had imagined. On the contrary, it was extremely calm.
It was as if the storm raging outside couldn't reach the Song Family home, and rumors and gossip couldn't penetrate this house in the slightest.
The morning of spring was fresh, and the vegetation outside the house brimmed with vitality.
Muwan stood by the window, looking at the well-tended flowers and trees cared for by the elder; her lips curved into a soft smile.
It was a kind of stability.
She thought she was walking alone, but that was not the case.
