A week later.
Dusk.
Unlike the usual days, every one of Han Li's three girls were awake, but today, they were not training. None of them.
Han Li was the same.
They were all sitting in his room, while Liyue—the once stuttering girl was comfortably cuddled in his embrace on the left, while Yue Li was lying on his lap. They were all looking at a letter that Han Li had received early in the morning.
Yue Li and Li Yao (this lazy woman who had been pushed to quite an extent through the last week) had smiles on their faces for not having to train today, while Liyue was not in this world at all at the moment. She was completely fused out. She and her brother Han had been so naughty for each other that she hadn't even noticed the passage of time or not training.
Training had become second nature to her anyway.
Leaning against his shoulder, totally relaxed regarding her two mothers' gazes on her, she just wanted to doze off and procrastinate now.