As the sun climbed higher and grew hotter, casting a bright, golden warmth across the villa, Su Wanyan finally finished folding the last of the children's clothes and packing them neatly away. She remained seated on the floor for a moment longer, stretching her upper body with a quiet sigh of relief.
Glancing at her watch, she noted the time inwardly: 1:37 PM. It's been forty-seven minutes since I started packing the children's things, she mused, a small, satisfied smile touching her lips.
"Xuexue, where should—" Su Wanyan's words caught in her throat as her gaze landed on Mo Xingxue's ethereal sleeping face. Her breath hitched softly. She studied her childhood friend with quiet wonder.
Mo Xingxue looked so peaceful, as if lost in a blissful dream, her long lashes resting gently against her cheeks and her mouth slightly agape in the most innocent way.
