In the Imperial City, the lights of the Jun Family Manor appeared particularly warm and bright in the gradually darkening night, like a tranquil harbor.
Yan Yueqing had just stepped into the entrance when the sensor lights gently lit up, instantly outlining a small, poised figure at the doorway.
"Mom—!"
A bright child's voice, filled with endless attachment and excitement, rang out as Jun Yan darted like a little pebble into her arms, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, and nuzzling his furry little head into her neck, greedily absorbing the scent of his mother.
The slight weariness brought by the chilly night air was instantly dispelled by this little bundle of warmth.
Yan Yueqing's heart melted completely, and with a gentle smile, she tightened her embrace, easily lifting the little one with one arm, while her other hand habitually pinched his smooth, soft, and fair little cheek, "Oh my, has our Yan Bao's little mouth been smeared with honey today? So sweet!"
