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In a suburban villa, early summer sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto the living room floor covered with building blocks and toys.

The woman sat on the carpet, watching her son holding building blocks in his little hands, earnestly building something.

The little boy can now sit steadily, and occasionally he will stand up by holding onto the sofa or coffee table, take a few unsteady steps, and then giggle and fall back onto the carpet.

At these moments, the woman would always clap gently, a genuine smile spreading across her face: "Great job, Ah-zai, you've stood up again!"

When the little boy hears praise, he proudly puffs out his chest and tries to stand up again. His never-give-up attitude makes the woman want to take another look.

Son. No, not her son. He's Shen Qingge's son, Haize's son.

Her daughter, currently being raised by Shen Qingge, is named Hai Ruoxi.

This fact is like a sharp knife, constantly piercing her heart.

But during this time, she gradually learned to live with this pain and no longer let it completely occupy her thoughts.

"Madam," the housekeeper's voice came from the kitchen, "Lunch is ready. Shall we feed the young master?"

The woman snapped out of her daze and glanced at the clock on the wall—it was already twelve o'clock.

“Okay, I’ll feed him.” She stood up, gently picked up the boy, and kissed his soft cheek. “Baby, it’s time to eat.”

Ah-zai seemed to understand, clapping his little hands and looking expectant.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. The aunt had already prepared Ah Zai's baby food—steamed carrots and potatoes until soft, a little bit of chicken, and millet porridge specially made for him.

The woman placed the baby in the high chair, fastened the safety belt, and began to slowly feed him with a small spoon.

"Open your mouth, little one, ah—" she coaxed softly, a gentle smile on her face.

Ah-zai obediently opened his little mouth and accepted the food offered to him. Occasionally, he would reach out and try to grab the food himself, making his hands all over the place.

The woman didn't stop him; instead, she encouraged the attempt: "Good job, son, you can feed yourself now."

The feeding process was always slow and heartwarming. Sometimes the boy would concentrate on eating, and sometimes he would get distracted and play. The woman would patiently coax him, without rushing or getting impatient, with a faint smile always on her lips.

This has been going on for several months now.

Since her chance encounter with Shen Qingge and her daughter at the hospital, the woman's life has undergone subtle changes.

That encounter was like opening a floodgate, letting all the suppressed longing and pain surge out, making it impossible to completely suppress them anymore.

Haize seemed to have noticed this change as well.

During that time, he would still come to the villa from time to time, but the atmosphere between the two was no longer the same as before.

Women can no longer fully engage in their intimate moments as they used to.

At first, she tried to fake it, trying to recreate the passion and attachment of the past, but the more deliberate she was, the more artificial and fake she seemed.

Gradually, Haize came less and less often, and eventually almost stopped appearing altogether.

He would only call occasionally to inquire about Ah Zai's situation, or send his assistant to deliver some things the child needed.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that the living expenses are still very generous.

At first, the woman was terrified by the change.

For many years, she had become accustomed to a life centered around Haize, accustomed to pleasing him, depending on him, and afraid of losing him.

But now, when this actually happens, she finds that her fear is not as intense as she had imagined.

Instead, there was a strange sense of relief.

Without Haize, the villa became much quieter.

A woman can arrange her life entirely according to her own wishes, without having to be constantly on edge, waiting for his arrival, and going to great lengths to please him.

Her energy and attention began to increasingly turn to Ah-zai.

Ah-zai is so young and innocent; he shouldn't have to pay the price for the grudges and schemes of adults.

Even if he wasn't her biological son, even if his existence was part of another huge lie, a woman's heart would still soften involuntarily when he looked at her trustingly with those clear eyes, stroked her cheek with his tender little hands, and called out "Mom" for the first time.

Under her careful care, Ah-zai grew up day by day, becoming more lively and adorable.

He began to speak simple words, could walk slowly while holding onto furniture, and would excitedly wave his little hands and laugh happily when he saw women.

Every small step forward like this brings a woman a sense of comfort and joy, allowing her to see a glimmer of light in her dark life.

After feeding him lunch, the woman wiped Ah Zai's little hands and mouth clean, carried him to the living room to play for a while, and then prepared him for a nap.

“Madam,” the housekeeper poked her head out from the kitchen, “Mr. Hai’s assistant just called to say that a new batch of toys will be delivered this afternoon.”

The woman nodded: "Okay, thank you."

The auntie who hung up the phone glanced at her hesitantly before returning to the kitchen to continue her work.

The woman knew that the aunt was sent by Haize not only to take care of her and Ah Zai, but also to monitor her every move.

Everyday details of her life, including her interactions with Ah-zai, would likely be truthfully reported to Haize.

But strangely, she no longer felt the oppressive and uneasy feeling of being monitored that she used to have.

It's as if, after accepting their situation, those external controls no longer seem so important.

It was nap time, and the woman carried her son back to the nursery, gently humming a lullaby.

Ah-zai seemed to really like her voice; his little head rested on her shoulder, and his eyelids gradually grew heavy.

"Sleep well, baby," she whispered, gently patting his back. "Sweet dreams."

Without realizing it, the woman found herself able to say these loving words to Ah-zai naturally, without feeling awkward or pained.

The woman gently placed the sleeping baby into the crib, quietly drew the curtains, and then sat down in the rocking chair beside the crib, watching him sleep peacefully.

Ah-zai looked very peaceful while sleeping, his little mouth slightly open and his little hands clenched into fists. Occasionally, he would smile in his sleep, perhaps dreaming of something wonderful.

Looking at him, the woman couldn't help but think of another child—her biological daughter.

She must be just as adorable, right? Does she smile in her sleep? Does she also like lullabies? Has she started saying simple words already?

These questions came flooding in like a tide, carrying with them deep longing and pain.

However, unlike before, this pain is no longer so sharp and desperate.

She began to believe that one day she would see her daughter again, and they would truly recognize and embrace each other.

As the days went by, the woman gradually found a balance, a way to survive in reality.

She started taking Ah Zai out to bask in the sun, taking walks in the nearby park, and teaching him to recognize flowers, plants, and trees;

She started reading simple picture books to him and teaching him new words by pointing to the pictures;

She began to record his every little progress and every interesting moment, capturing every bit of his growth with her camera.

These ordinary and mundane daily routines could bring her a sense of peace and contentment, freeing her from being constantly immersed in regret for the past and fear for the future.

Sometimes, when her son falls asleep peacefully in her arms, his little hands tightly gripping her clothes, the woman can't help but think: perhaps this is fate's arrangement for her.

Perhaps, while taking good care of Ah-zai, her biological daughter is also receiving the same love and care elsewhere.

Perhaps, while she was giving love and patience to Ah-zai, Shen Qingge was doing the same thing for her daughter.

This thought was like a gentle medicine, easing the pain and longing in her heart.

Spending every day with Ah-zai is accumulating good karma for your daughter.

She believes in cause and effect, and that everything in the world is interconnected.

Her love and devotion to Ah-zai will, to some extent, be reciprocated to her daughter in another form.