The morning sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting reflections upon the curtains.
Louis opened his eyes and instinctively reached out to the side.
His arm soon encountered a familiar softness.
That was Emily's sleeping hair, carrying a hint of morning warmth and a familiar floral scent.
Her eyebrows now lacked the cold sternness of a young girl, replaced by a soothing maternal presence.
On the other side, a small baby lay nestled against her chest, sleeping peacefully, occasionally waving his small fists as if fighting someone in his dreams.
"Wow, starting cultivation at just a few months old?" Louis whispered with a smile, leaning down to kiss the child's forehead.
He slowly sat up, draped the cloak by the bed over his shoulders, and stretched in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
