There Is Still Plenty Of Time

She laid down once again and snuggled into Lu Yi's embrace. Then, she took a sniff of the faint fragrance of the kapok flower that Lu Yi always carried with him. This was Lu Yi's scent. During both her past life or her current life, Lu Yi smelt the same. In fact, she did not know where Lu Yi got his scent from. It was as though he was born with this perfume, but at the same time, it also smelt like his usual shaving cream. 

Lu Yi rested his arm on Yan Huan's shoulder before he gently patted her on her shoulder in a rhythmic manner. Before long, Yan Huan's breathing became steady. She had fallen asleep.

"Have a good rest. There's still plenty of time." Lu Yi continued to stay by her side even when she was sleeping soundly. He reckoned that it might be a better idea to leave the three children under the housekeeper's care for a few nights. Otherwise, Yan Huan, the mother, would be the first one to burn out.