When Su Qinglan finally woke up, the bright morning sun was already filtering through the gaps in the window. She rolled over, expecting to bump into a wall of solid muscle or a pair of fluffy little balls, but the bed was completely empty.
Even the cubs were gone.
She let out a long yawn, stretching her limbs out fully beneath the covers before finally sliding out of bed.
After washing her face and refreshing herself with the warm water left in the basin, she pulled her clothes tidy and stepped out of the bedroom.
The main area of the house was warm, and the quiet silence was broken by the steady sound of small tools.
Sitting near the fire was Rong Ye, completely focused on the task in his hands. He was meticulously crafting tiny sandals, carefully stitching the soft hide for her three eldest sons.
The moment the rustle of her robes reached his ears, Rong Ye's head snapped up. His eyes brightened instantly when he realized she was awake.
