Ji Wei hurriedly finished washing up and headed downstairs, immediately spotting Mo Qian playing with An An on the carpet.
Warm sunshine poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, enveloping the man's tall and slender figure in a layer of golden light. Even dressed simply in light-colored home clothes, his handsome and refined appearance was unmistakable.
He was focused on building blocks with his son.
The light gently outlined his handsome features, as he smiled slightly while concentrating on building blocks with his son. The father and son said something, and An An burst into giggles, looking very happy with his adorable little canine teeth showing.
Ji Wei paused at the staircase, gazing at the scene before her as if it were a dream.
The gunfire and explosions from last night were still replaying in her mind; she and Mo Qian had narrowly escaped death. Yet now, in the cozy living room, her two favorite men were laughing and talking; everything was perfect.
