“I’ll check on the twins anyway,” she said, rising to her feet. “It’ll put my mind at ease.”
Shi Min nodded, his eyes reflecting understanding. “Go ahead, Mom. I’ve got things covered here.
Ling Li moved swiftly, her steps silent against the floor as she made her way down the dimly lit hallway. The echoes of the heavenly tribulation still seemed to hum in the air, whispering through the house like fading remnants of fury. When she reached the twins’ nursery, she gently pushed the door open.
The soft glow of a lantern illuminated the small chamber.
Inside, Kim Kim sat cross-legged on the bed, her delicate arms wrapped around Chin Chin, rocking her slightly. The younger twin’s breathing was soft and even, but dried tear tracks stained her cheeks, a lingering testament to the terror that had gripped her earlier.
Ling Li’s heart clenched.