In a room on the second floor of the villa.
The child was sleeping tiredly on the bed. Niu Xinyan sat beside the bed, gently lifted the quilt and touched her son's feet. The child's limbs were warm.
The window was wide open, ruffling the young mother's hair. Niu Xinyan gently brushed her hair, her round eyes filled with thoughts. She touched his forehead and said to him as he slept, "I did all this for you."
The doorbell rang at the door.
Niu Xinyan rolled her eyes, thought for a while and finally got off the bed. She held the handle and pressed it down gently. Without making any sound, she wedge the door open a small gap.
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