The sun was dipping below the skyline, casting long, orange fingers through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Han Shān's penthouse. It was a cold, sterile place, filled with expensive Italian furniture and silent air conditioning, but over the last two weeks, Bai Yue had managed to make it feel a little more like a home.
Or at least, a lived-in museum.
She looked down at little Zhēn, who was curled up on the velvet sofa, her breathing deep and even. The girl had fallen asleep mid-sentence while explaining the complex social hierarchy of her kindergarten class. Bai Yue smiled, reaching down to tuck a stray hair behind the girl's ear. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Zhēn's forehead.
"Sleep well, little star," she whispered.
"She likes you more than the last six nannies combined," a small voice said from the rug.
