The morning sunlight warmly streamed in through the windows, filling the room with a cozy sunlit aroma. The bright sunshine dispelled the shadows of the nightmare, and everything felt very real.
The sunlight also shone on Niannian's little face. Niannian's face had not fully matured yet, still retaining that adorable baby look. Her small mouth was slightly pouted, her features resembled Yin Hun the Nineteenth's a lot, especially her eyebrows, eyes, and little nose, as if she was carved from the same mold. This was one of the reasons why Tang Qingxue loved her daughter more and more.
She thought of the horrific nightmare she just had, where Niannian was placed on a sacrificial platform, surrounded by a swarm of mysterious small flying insects. The scene was very eerie.
Thinking of this, she shivered involuntarily, lowered her head, and kissed Niannian's little face. The gentle touch and the sweet milk scent finally relaxed her frightened nerves a little.
