The next morning, as the first ray of sunlight quietly peeked into the room, the unique lazy atmosphere of the weekend slowly spread.
Huang Jun leisurely awoke from deep sleep, habitually turning sideways to seek that daily warmth and embrace, only to be startled to find no one beside him. The sweet sleeping faces of Qingqing and Weiwei were not nestled beside him as usual.
"Hmm?"
A touch of confusion, like a wisp of smoke in the morning mist, quietly rose, causing gentle ripples on the lake of Huang Jun's heart.
"Qingqing? Weiwei? Where have they gone? Where have those two little ones run off to?"
A series of questions burst like a chain reaction in his mind, an inexplicable anxiety quietly grew, completely dispelling his remaining drowsiness, prompting him to swiftly get up and conduct a thorough search within the room, from the soft bedding to the hidden corners under the bed, to the depths of the wardrobe, leaving no corner unchecked for fear of missing any clue.
Yet.
