Happy times passed especially quickly.
Quietly, a week slipped through our fingers.
This week, Mu Chenxi behaved quite normally.
That night's loss of control in the baby's room really seemed like an accident.
Fu Yanshen's reluctance to seek treatment for her only grew stronger.
In the afternoon, in the master bedroom's large bed, Mu Chenxi lay in Fu Yanshen's arms, sleeping soundly.
The hands of the clock moved quietly. Mu Chenxi, who usually woke up by two o'clock from her nap, showed no signs of waking even past half past two today.
Fu Yanshen did not wake her, but rather maintained the same position, allowing her to catch up on sleep.
He looked down, eyes tenderly surveying her sweet, slumbering face—his gaze filled with adoration.
Last night, she kept him company in the study to finish work, and he joined her in the living room to watch a drama.
She acted on her whims—one moment suddenly wanting to watch a zombie movie.
"Aren't you scared?"
He looked down at her.