Su Jiameng originally prepared rooms for the two children, but since they got along well and were afraid to sleep alone because they were so young, every night Huaifeng would always end up holding a blanket and looking for his brother. Over time, they simply started sleeping in the same room.
Entering the room, one side was dark. Su Jiameng didn't plan to turn on the light to disturb them; she just quietly stood by the bed, looking at the two almost identical children. Her heart, hardened and cold from various tasks, softened as she raised her hand to gently stroke the brows of the two children. She was always busy with missions and hadn't seen them for months; it seemed like they had grown a bit taller again...
Huaifeng's sleeping posture had always been poor; he would start the night facing the head of the bed and by morning would be facing the foot.
