After several days of continuous overcast and rain, the weather cleared up again.
At nine in the morning, Cui Yu leaned against the door to listen for a long while, confirming there wasn't any sound from inside, she then cautiously pushed open the door and swiftly slipped inside, gently closing the door behind her.
Even during the day, the room was pitch-dark.
The specially made curtains truly blocked out all the light from outside. Cui Yu treaded lightly, quietly groping her way to the window, pulling the curtains to create a small slit.
Outside light filtered through the crack, and even this faint glow was enough to wake the sleeping boy on the bed.
Cui Yu, who had just pulled the curtains open a bit, turned back to look and happened to meet her son's gaze. His half-lowered amber eyes were rippleless.
Startled, Cui Yu reflexively released the curtains, plunging the room back into darkness.
Cui Yu's voice was dry, tinged with self-blame: "Did I disturb your sleep, Xiao Yan?"
