Fu Yan emerged from the bathroom, His eyes fell on Hirvan, who was wrapped in a towel. A peaceful smile on his lips as he slept. The sight of Hirvan so at ease brought a chuckle to Fu Yan's lips, and he shook his head, amused by the serene expression on his face.
He moved to the walk-through closet, rummaging through the clothes and picking out a few items for both himself and Hirvan. As he went through the neatly folded clothes, he noticed a small box in the corner of the closet.
The label on it read "Santa" in a scrawl that made Fu Yan's lips twitch in amusement. The childishness of it piqued his curiosity, and before he could stop himself, he reached for the box, flipping open the lid.
