If her brother were in his place, she might've gotten bored and left.

But as she sat close to Muchen Zhou, his hand gently rested on her head. He stroked her hair, softly and rhythmically.

The sensation was light and ticklish-it felt oddly comforting to Windy.

It reminded her of the cat she had encountered earlier.

When she had come back with the little boy, the cat was still sprawled on the bench.

It would never have guessed that they wouldn't be returning today.

The movement on her head continued, and Windy was so close to Muchen Zhou that the faint, woody scent of sandalwood, like incense, drifted into her nose.

Unknowingly, she fell asleep.

When she woke up, Windy found herself lying on a soft, luxurious bed.

"Where's the little boy?"

She sat up, looking around at the familiar surroundings. Wasn't this her own room?

Rubbing her sleepy eyes in confusion, she couldn't remember how she got back home.

Could it have been the little boy?

As the possibility dawned on her, Windy quickly climbed out of bed, slipped on her shoes, and dashed outside.

"Mommy, how did I get back here?"

Windy wriggled her small body next to Lilah, tugging on her hand and asking in her sweet, childlike voice.

Lilah had returned home early today and discovered that Windy had wandered off somewhere. She had asked the butler to help find her.

Not long after stepping out, she saw someone carrying Windy home-it was the Zhou family's butler.

Beside him stood a boy who looked quite different from others.

The moment Lilah spotted the boy, she realized he must be the one Windy had been talking about.

As it turned out, the Zhou family had just moved into the neighborhood.

Lilah was impressed by how easily her daughter made friends and gently told her the story of what had happened, then asked warmly, "So, Windy, why did you fall asleep at someone else's house today?"

After all, Windy had never slept over at anyone's house before, ho matter how tired she was from playing.

What happened next took Lilah by surprise.