Adrian finished his shower and walked out, the fatigue that had accumulated for so long finally easing, allowing him to relax.
Abyanabad was his home, but even in his home in Abyanabad, he couldn't find this kind of comfort and relaxation.
Sienna was right; home is wherever your loved one is, even if this place wasn't his homeland, Abyanabad.
"I'm done showering..."
Because his daughter was present, Adrian wore a bathrobe, but his hair was still wet. He walked to the bedside and saw that Sienna and Curly were already asleep.
Sienna and Curly were sleeping with their heads tilted together. Curly's brow was smooth, looking as if she didn't know the meaning of worry. In contrast, Sienna appeared burdened with heavy thoughts.
She frowned deeply, as if disturbed even in her dreams and unable to find peace.
"Why do you think so much all day?" He reached out with his warm hand to touch her brow, trying to smooth out the creases.
