Qin Jian arrived holding a bouquet of fresh flowers, the scent of carnations mixed with lilies gently permeating the air.
He walked towards An Hao, whose serene sleeping face looked so peaceful, and bent down to plant a soft kiss on her cheek: "Morning! An Hao!" Then he straightened up and waved to the two little ones standing at the door: "Come on, say hello to Mom!"
The two little ones were almost three years old now, much taller than they were during the New Year.
Compared to when An Hao first fell into her deep sleep, the two little ones had matured quite a bit.
Upon hearing their father's call, the two walked over to An Hao's bedside, tiptoed to her cheek and said, "Good morning, Mom!"
Qin Jian watched with satisfaction as the two little ones greeted An Hao, then turned to replace the wilting flowers in the vase at the bedside, before walking to the window and opening it with a lift of his hand.
