On the evening of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, a bright and clear moon hung high in the sky, quietly illuminating the night sky of the Linting Garden neighborhood like a silver plate.
Despite the bitter cold wind outside, making it feel piercingly cold, the bedroom in the side house of the Huang family was warm as spring. The air conditioner gently blew waves of warm air, filling the entire room with a cozy warmth.
Huang Jun sat comfortably at the edge of the bed, leaning against a fluffy and soft pillow, with his legs slightly bent.
Qingqing and Weiwei, who had just finished their baths, emitted a refreshing scent of body wash. They snuggled up to Huang Jun like little kittens, gripping his arms tightly with their small hands, leaning forward so much that they were almost touching his face, urging in their childish voices, "Daddy, come tell us a bedtime story quickly, we can't wait any longer!"
