The winter sun shines through the window lattice, softly and brightly enveloping the woman bent over at the desk. The paintbrush in her hand dances lightly on the paper, her eyes focused intently on the painting, while the sunlight slants across it, making the nearly finished "Plum Blossom in Snow" even more vivid.
Slow footsteps are heard coming from the stairs, but Mu Xiangwan pays no attention and continues with her task.
Miss Pei comes up, pours her a cup of hot water, and places it by the desk. Seeing Mu Xiangwan's concentrated appearance, she originally didn't want to disturb her. But her gaze falls on her already raised abdomen, and she decisively speaks, "Xiaowan, you need to take a break now, even if you're not tired, the baby is."
Mu Xiangwan, her head still down, absentmindedly replies, "I'm not tired," while her hand continues to move.
