The next day.
Keeping to my usual schedule, I woke up on time a little after eight in the morning.
The three babies were still sleeping soundly in their various positions.
I rolled over and sat up in bed, propping up my head. My smooth pale-pink hair spilled across the blankets. One corner of Yangyang's blanket had been kicked aside. Perhaps feeling cold, she suddenly kicked her legs—and her foot came straight at my arm.
My eyelid twitched. I reached out and caught her ankle, then tucked the blanket back over the two babies before getting out of bed. "Sleep a little longer."
I knew Ye Zhaoxuan could definitely hear me, so I gave her the reminder.
Yangyang had always been carefree. She probably couldn't hear a thing.
Didn't you see her kicking her legs like a little kitten just now?
Hearing my departing footsteps, Ye Zhaoxuan opened one eye, since she had only been pretending to sleep.
The little angel's glossy black eyes were revealed through only the tiniest slit as she secretly observed the room.
She was a good baby, so naturally she had to sleep obediently.
At the doorway.
My steps paused, then I left as though nothing had happened.
The ginkgo tree in the courtyard still rustled in the wind.
Yellow ginkgo leaves, rich with autumn, spun down through the air one by one, forming a breathtakingly beautiful sight of their own.
I pinched a leaf between my fingers, its autumnal desolation staining my slightly pale fingertips.
Supreme Heaven did not truly have spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Yet it also possessed the fleeting transformations of all four seasons.
"Junior Sister, you're up?" Ye Qingxian suddenly appeared beside me. I had already grown accustomed to her coming and going like a ghost, so I wasn't startled.