The hospital room was filled with a fragile, hopeful quiet as the soft morning light continued to filter through the curtains, casting gentle golden patterns across the white sheets and medical equipment.
The three of them—Su Wanyan, Mo Xingxue, and little Mo Yan—stood frozen, staring at the small figure on the bed. Their mouths hung open in collective shock, eyes wide with disbelief and budding joy. The only sound in the room was the steady beeping of the monitor, marking each precious second of this unexpected awakening.
Su Wanyan snapped out of her daze when she felt warm drool dripping onto her hand from Mo Yan. "Ah," she let out softly. She glanced down at the baby in her arms and silently wiped the saliva away with her sleeve, a small, fond smile tugging at her lips despite everything.
