By now, Aiden began sharing fragments of his life—the hardships endured at his foster home, the quiet loneliness he had carried for years, and the small, hidden dreams he never voiced to anyone.
Li Yueran listened attentively, gently, her eyes warm with unspoken devotion. Each confession cemented the bond she had been building, her presence becoming a silent comfort even when he didn't realize it.
Meilin grew bolder, her own heart drawn to Aiden as she observed his interactions with her mother. A delicate tension blossomed between them: Li Yueran's nurturing obsession, Meilin's admiration and affection, and Aiden's wary curiosity slowly shifting toward fragile trust.
Night fell, and Li Yueran lingered outside his window, a shadow of silk and elegance. She watched him sleep from a distance, her gentle obsession fully blooming, patient and silent, waiting for the day he could be hers completely.
She whispered softly into the quiet city night: "One day… my son, you will know I have always been here. And then… you will never leave my side."
The wind carried her words, faint yet determined, across the empty streets—a promise, a threat, and a declaration all at once.