Four years later —
In a high-rise apartment in downtown Manhattan.
The alarm rings and Xia Yangyang quickly gets up.
She takes a heated bath as though going into a battle, feeling refreshed afterwards.
Today is a weekend.
Usually, she could sleep in a bit later.
But something important is happening today.
After changing, Xia Yangyang makes sandwiches in the kitchen for breakfast.
Then, she heads to another small room.
Xia Yangyang opened the door and stepped in.
There is a little boy sleeping in the bed.
The little boy is incredibly cute.
Soft black hair, exquisite features.
Many children do not develop all their features until they are four or five years old.
But this little boy is different, possessing defined, handsome features and long lashes just like a girl.
Even when he sleeps, his eyelashes flutter as if they were butterfly wings, barely stirring the air.
The little boy has skin as fair as the finest white porcelain from the Jun kiln.