[Still in Author's POV]
While Mo Yichen and Mo Yi were having the best honeymoon... Lixuan was not having it easy.
In the brightly lit nursery, a room filled with plush toys, soft rugs, and the innocent scent of baby powder, a man sat cross-legged on the floor.
He looked entirely out of place. With his ash-blonde hair, the silver hoop earring glinting in the light, and the dark tattoos creeping up his neck, Mo Lixuan looked like a wolf trying to squeeze into a sheep's pen.
He held a red Lego brick in his hand, staring at it with a mixture of boredom and rage.
"Look, Roushi," Lixuan said, his voice strained as he tried to force a gentle tone. He snapped the brick onto the tower he had been building for the last hour. "Daddy built a tower. Do you want to knock it down?"
Across the room, huddled near the door as if planning an escape, sat Roushi.
