Today Song Wei went to the Imperial Academy for work, and on the way, he took Song Yuanbao for a stroll inside. They returned home by sunset.
Wen Wan had already woken up and was busy with the assignments given by her teacher in the study. Next to the desk was a rattan cradle, with the sleeping Jinbao inside.
Hearing some movement outside, Wen Wan put down her pen and stood up. Before she could move, the tall and handsome figure of Song Wei had already appeared within her sight.
Even though they shared the bed every night, at this moment, seeing him, she felt a different kind of emotion, as if something in her heart had been filled. The indescribable sense of security and warmth made her eyes slightly moist. She didn't step forward, but stood still, eyes unblinkingly fixed on him.
Song Wei casually closed the door and walked over with light steps, just about to see what she had written today, when he noticed a figure flash before him.
