Jiang Jingming held Sang Yu, his voice gentle: "There's no helping it, having a genius designer at home, I inevitably pick up some things."
Upon hearing Jiang Jingming's words, Sang Yu's lips couldn't help but curl upwards.
"Tell me a story," Sang Yu suddenly said.
Jiang Jingming looked down at Sang Yu's expectant eyes and nodded slightly: "What do you want to hear?"
"Anything you like, just tell one." Sang Yu found a comfortable spot in Jiang Jingming's embrace and lay there, ready to listen.
Jiang Jingming tucked the blanket around Sang Yu and with a voice as melodious as a cello, began narrating the story.
Sang Yu listened to Jiang Jingming's voice and slowly drifted to sleep.
...
Outside, the red ribbons gently floated by and fell inside the window.
They grazed the festive character stuck on the window.
