Runze's POV
The afternoon inside the nursery unfolds without a single sound from the outside world.
Weeks have slipped by quietly, and the changes in Siying are easy to see. The small baby who once needed constant holding has grown into an alert, bright-eyed infant, sitting independently on her padded mat with steady balance. Her chubby cheeks are round and pink, her features growing more striking and lovely with every passing day as she watches everything happening around her with sharp curiosity.
I sit on the floor beside the mat, my knees pulled up to support the sketchpad resting in my lap. My black pencil moves in short, clean strokes across the thick paper, blocking out the structural layout of a stair railing detail.
