The next day,
The first golden morning of the National Day holiday.
Huang Jun finally had a peaceful morning. Without the urging of an alarm clock, he was immersed in his dreams until the first ray of sunlight slipped through the curtain gap and the crisp chirping of birds outside the window woke him from his sweet dreams.
He lazily rubbed his sleepy eyes, slowly opened them, and as his vision gradually cleared, he inadvertently glanced over and was surprised to find a "little foot acrobatics" show being performed on the other side of the bed.
Qingqing, the little one, had woken up who-knows-when and was lying on the bed with her limbs in the air like a little turtle flipped over, playing joyfully by herself as she tightly grasped her little feet.
