Yunfeng didn't say anything to Yuki that afternoon.
When she came in to sit beside Hana, clutching her little monkey with sleepy eyes and a soft smile, he only nodded at her. Just like always. Her tiny legs swung off the edge of the low sofa, and she giggled at something Hana whispered in her ear. There was nothing off. No stiffness, no coldness. Just the same child—sweet, soft-spoken, too shy to meet most eyes unless it was Hana's.
But Yunfeng noticed the way her glance lingered on the water pitcher before anyone else touched it.
He noticed the slight wrinkle in her brow when Kailun's cup was accidentally knocked over by Zei. And how, after dinner, she casually moved toward the sink again, asking to "help with the dishes" like always. Muchen gave her a tired smile and ruffled her head, but Yunfeng silently gestured for Muchen to step away.
"I'll finish these tonight," Yunfeng said with a soft grin. "You've been cooking all day."
Muchen blinked, then shrugged. "Fine by me."
