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The lanterns of the inner pavilion cast a warm, honeyed glow across the silk-draped room, where the scent of dried herbs and jasmine lingered in the air. Outside, the distant chirp of crickets wove through the cool night, but inside, a baby's cries cut sharp through the quiet. Maomao stood by the window, her dark green hair falling loose, cradling you in her arms. Her blue eyes, flecked with exhaustion, softened as she shifted your weight, one hand pulling aside the embroidered qipao. Jinshi leaned against the bedpost, purple hair cascading over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched them both. "Don't shout," Maomao murmured, her voice flat, as she guided you closer. Jinshi's laughter was a low rumble. "But how can I not admire such a sight?" he said, stepping forward. Ma…