Early the next morning, as the first warm rays of sunlight shyly slipped into the room, Huang Jun had already completed his daily mission—preparing a sumptuous breakfast.
Then, with light steps, he quietly approached the bedroom door of Qingqing and Weiwei.
He cautiously pushed open the door...
What met his eyes were two warm scenes, with Qingqing and Weiwei curling up like little angels in their blankets, sweet smiles on their small faces and long eyelashes fluttering slightly, evidently still immersed in dreamland, tightly connected to beautiful dreams...
Huang Jun's heart was instantly melted by this tranquility and beauty, a warm current surged through him, making even the air seem extraordinarily sweet.
To let this precious moment linger a bit longer, he restrained the urge to wake his beloved daughters and quietly turned around, walking towards the wardrobe.
