While the Mo sisters were quietly mending years of fractured trust at the table, Su Wanyan remained under the cool shade of a large, leafy tree, still gently playing with the wide-awake Mo Yan.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting soft, shifting patterns of gold across her olive-green overshirt and Mo Yan's pastel yellow outfit. The air carried the gentle scent of blooming flowers mixed with the faint, earthy aroma of the zoo grounds.
Su Wanyan looked down at the little girl with undeniable tenderness, her fingers lightly pinching the baby's chubby cheeks.
Mo Yan squealed in delight, her little face lighting up with unfiltered happiness. The baby's eyes crinkled into happy crescents, tiny hands waving as she giggled. Her gummy smile was so bright and infectious that Su Wanyan couldn't help but grin back, her baby fever growing dangerously worse with every passing second.
