Su Wanyan eased the bedroom door open with a quiet creak, stepping inside just as Mo Xingxue was in the middle of changing little Mo Yan's diaper. The sharp, unmistakable stench hit Su Wanyan's enhanced nose with full force—amplified and pungent in the enclosed space.
Yet she didn't flinch, nor did her expression shift in the slightest. She simply closed the door behind her with gentle care and moved to sit on the edge of her own bed, watching the pair with soft eyes.
Moonlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting Mo Xingxue in an ethereal glow. The soft silver light traced the elegant lines of her profile, highlighting the gentle curve of her neck, the long sweep of her lashes, and the tender focus in her phoenix eyes as she cared for her daughter.
Every movement was graceful and unhurried, filled with quiet maternal devotion. She's really beautiful, Su Wanyan thought, momentarily transfixed. The sight stirred something warm and protective deep in her chest.
