The previous night had been too full of activities, and since she had gone to Plum Garden for a walk early in the morning, Wen Nuan fell into an especially sweet slumber during her afternoon nap.
When she woke up, Fu Mingyu was no longer by her side. Listening closely, she could still hear his hearty laughter from the living room. Smiling, Wen Nuan got up and went downstairs.
Fu Mingyu was on a video call with Anan.
On the screen, Anan, who would be three in a little over two months, was chirping clearly about the little things at home, chirping away happily like a little oriole.
And every time she called "Uncle," it melted one's heart.
Wen Nuan leaned quietly by the staircase, not wanting to interrupt the intimate interaction between Fu Mingyu and Anan. However, on the screen, Anan had already spotted her.
"Auntie..."
Calling out crisply, Anan turned her head and shouted, "Mom, I see that pretty auntie."
