A soft breeze drifted through the trees, gently stirring the hair of everyone resting in the shade.
Su Wanyan still lay with her head on Mo Xingxue's shoulder, both arms wrapped around the omega in a firm yet gentle hold. The two of them remained quiet, lost in shared memories of their own childhood—days of running through forests just like this one, of whispered secrets and easy laughter.
The warmth of Su Wanyan's body, the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the quiet security of her arms around Mo Xingxue's waist created a soft, private world of their own. Neither of them spoke. After all, they didn't need to.
Across from them, Leilei and Shen Guoxing sat in front of Mo Yan's stroller. They had finally stopped teasing the baby after she let out one particularly angry babble that somehow managed to sound both offended and dignified.
