Lu Family Mansion, 11:30;
As the morning sun filtered through the curtains in bright golden slivers, a tender warmth kissed Rong Xinghe's face. Her lashes fluttered, and slowly, consciousness tiptoed back into her.
With a little effort, she blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the muted glow of the room—the comforting dimness, the familiar hush. Her gaze drifted upward, settling on the ornate, Italian-crafted ceiling above. Opulent. Safe.
Then she felt it—a gentle weight, small and soft, curled against her side. She turned her head with care, body instinctively stiffening, cautious not to jostle the fragile presence beside her.
Lu Alix. Asleep.
A quiet smile bloomed across her lips, melting away every trace of tension from her body. The little one breathed in a calm, rhythmic lull, her miniature fingers curled tightly into Rong Xinghe's shirt—clinging to it like a lifeline in a sea of dreams.
