Complicated History

Xiao MuChen practically flew into the shopping mall, his usually composed demeanor nowhere in sight. His shirt was a disaster, buttons fastened in all the wrong places, the fabric half untucked, and his hair a complete wreck, as if he had sprinted straight out of bed and into chaos. He had moved so fast that most people barely caught a glimpse of his famous face, thankfully. The last thing he needed was a mob of fans delaying him when he was already in a state of near panic.

His eyes darted wildly around the massive space until they landed on the lost counter. His heart, already pounding from the mad dash, nearly collapsed when he saw the tiny figure he had been frantically searching for.

LiAi.

His niece was fast asleep, curled up securely in AiLin's arms. And despite the ordeal of being lost, she looked... content. Peaceful. A soft, happy smile lingered on her lips even in sleep, as if she had been dreaming of something sweet.