As she passed through the corridor.
The typhoon blew fiercely against the windows at night, making people involuntarily feel uneasy.
Looking up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, Qin Yiren was relieved that Chu Xinian hadn't turned off the lights and quietly walked into the baby's room.
In the nursery, there was a crisp and pleasant music playing.
Looking towards the source of the music, there was an open music box on the small European-style tea table, playing a tune that was very similar to the lullabies Chu Xinian hummed to the baby.
Perhaps this familiar sound made the little one feel very at ease.
On the white crib, the baby was holding a small blanket and sleeping soundly.
Qin Yiren couldn't help but smile, standing by the crib for a moment, then looking at the neatly arranged items on the nearby table, holding up the monitor in her hand to listen.
As expected...
She could only faintly hear the sounds of the music.
