The living room had fallen into an uncomfortable, heavy silence. The only audible sound was Su Wanyan's soft, intermittent sniffing as she clung tightly to Mo Xingxue and little Mo Yan.
She remained kneeling in front of the sofa, her face buried against Mo Xingxue's shoulder, arms wrapped protectively around both mother and child as if shielding them from the world.
The golden afternoon light streaming through the windows cast a warm but bittersweet glow over the scene, highlighting the quiet vulnerability of the moment.
Mo Xingxue stayed steady, one arm cradling Mo Yan securely while the other wrapped around Su Wanyan. She didn't speak at first, simply letting her presence be the anchor Su Wanyan needed. Her fingers moved gently through Su Wanyan's soft hair in slow, soothing strokes, offering silent comfort for her..... Best friend? Lover? Fiancee? Mo Xingxue's thoughts paused.
