Little Tiger woke up just as Li Na stepped out of the dressing room, the soft swish of her gown brushing against the floor catching his attention. Dressed in an elegant outfit that radiated sophistication, she looked every bit like the rising star she was becoming. The shimmering fabric of her dress accentuated her graceful figure, and the soft hues complemented her glowing skin. For the first time in a while, Li Na felt a flutter of excitement—not for an event, but for the way Little Tiger might see her.
As she approached his bed, her heart warmed at the sight of the little boy stirring, his small form nestled in the blankets. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he blinked groggily, trying to shake off the remnants of slumber. The softness of the morning light filtering through the curtains bathed the room in a gentle glow. He looked peaceful, and Li Na couldn't help but smile at how innocent he appeared, his face calm, his lips slightly parted in sleep.