In a warm apartment decorated in beige, a woman with a good face is holding a baby in her arms.

She sat in front of the window, patting the child gently to the rhythm of rocking, and making a gentle sound.

It's bright outside the window and warm inside. Occasionally, butterflies pass by in front of the window in an 'S' shape.

The sound of songs spreads into the distance with the fluttering of butterfly wings.

"Yeah, the baby is shushing again~"

The woman chuckled lightly, then put the child on the balcony and reached for the diaper.

"Dirty~"

The baby's swaddling clothes were taken off, and in an instant, the house was filled with a strong pungent smell of preservatives.

The woman changed the diaper with a smile, and her fingertips touched the baby's skin, which was as dry as dead wood.

Probably because he was afraid of affecting the woman's movements, the child did not cry, resist, or breathe during this period.

After a while, the baby was wrapped in swaddling clothes again, and the rhythm of flapping and gentle singing sounded again.
Chapter completed!