By the time Dai Lixing returned to the Marshal Mansion, it was already late.
The soft, warm light inside the mansion dispelled the chill in his heart.
He strode into the living room and saw Ji Xiaosong sitting on the sofa, holding Ji Sui'an and softly humming a song to lull the child to sleep.
Ji Sui'an's little face was pressed against his mother's chest, sleeping soundly as if all the turmoil of the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Dai Lixing lightened his steps, walked over to Ji Xiaosong, and asked in a low voice, "Is Sui An asleep?"
Ji Xiaosong looked up, gave him a small smile, and nodded. "He just fell asleep. How did things go on your end today?"
