Yan Luoxi turned around and walked to the main bedroom door. She stood at the doorway, hesitating to push the door open. She thought she had sorted out her emotions, but at this moment, she was the most nervous.
Slowly, she raised her hand and rested it on the doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaked open. She pushed it further, revealing a room dimly lit by a floor lamp, casting a warm yellow light.
Her gaze fell on the large bed in the room. On the light blue solid-colored sheets lay a big and a small figure. Both slept on their left side, with their arms tucked under their heads, their sleeping postures identical. How did she not notice before, in details of habits like these, they were truly father and son.
She stood at the door for a long time without entering. Eventually, she quietly closed the door and turned towards the living room.
