Shi Nian suddenly babbled, reaching out her little hand for a hug.
The two exchanged smiles and Shi Feiyang picked up his son, and the family of three embraced tightly.
Outside the window, the evening deepened, but inside the warmth pervaded, as if shutting out the bloodstained storm outside.
At this moment, all tiredness and worries melted into gentle affection, leaving only endless tenderness and attachment.
In the carved copper stove, Dragon's Saliva Fragrance rose in curls, weaving a hazy veil in the dim candlelight.
