After a long journey by boat and carriage, Gan Tang, still a child, had not enough stamina and started yawning during dinner.
Huangfu Jue had noticed this early on and immediately instructed the servants to take him upstairs to wash up as soon as the little one put down his utensils.
By the time Gan Yuan had finished her dinner and went upstairs to Gan Tang's bedroom, the little fellow, dressed in a milk-white robe, was already sprawled over his pillow, with a maid carefully blowing his still damp hair.
Gan Yuan took the hairdryer from the maid and sat beside the bed, silently running her fingers gently through his hair.
"Tired?"
The little one did not respond. She turned her head, puzzled, and saw his large eyes were already tightly closed, his long eyelashes not moving an inch—it was clear he had fallen asleep.
Watching her son's adorable appearance, Gan Yuan couldn't help but smile.
"Little rascal, must you be this sleepy!"