The night felt oppressive, shrouded in drizzling rain, the surroundings eerily silent.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth changed into a deep purple nightgown, leaning against the pillow at the headboard, holding a medical book in her hand, along with a pen, marking key points as she read.
Xiao Niannian mimicked Yin Hun the Nineteenth's posture, leaning against the mattress, also holding a book, but the book in her hand wasn't real—it was Tang Qingxue's address book. Unable to find a pen, she used Tang Qingxue's eyebrow pencil instead, scribbling all over it.
Tang Qingxue came up after doing laundry and realized her address book was completely ruined, covered with messy black circles.
"Babe, it's time for bed!"
Tang Qingxue picked up Niannian and laid her in a small crib next to the sofa.
Originally, there was an extra nursery here, but recently there haven't been any bodyguards, so she didn't feel safe leaving Niannian alone in the nursery.
