Hawke Manor...
The thick blanket of white snow covered the entire manor in a silvery embrace. Already a very quiet place, on a cold winter night, even the servants had retired to their rooms. In such a tranquil night, you could hear the sound of snowflakes falling—each one landing delicately on the strings of your heart.
For Xiao Mo, this was yet another sleepless night...
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The old grandfather clock emitted a deep sound, and every time the clock struck twelve at midnight, she would wake up.
The bedroom was spacious and deep, with a wall lamp in the shape of an angel holding starlight that emitted a dim, dreamy glow. The fire in the fireplace had gone out, but the embers were still glowing, keeping the room warm.
For a while, she constantly felt the baby inside her moving. But ever since she went for an ultrasound with Xia Yanxin and was told that the baby was fine, she hadn't felt that strange sensation again. Was it really just a hallucination?
