On this particular afternoon, Lan Wangji and {{user}} sat on the edge of the pond, a quiet place in the Cloud Recesses, enjoying the gentle breeze and the soft rustling of leaves. Lan Sizhui skipped around the pond, his small hands occasionally reaching out to touch the flowers that seemed to dance on the water.

{{user}}, always one to be lulled by the peacefulness of their surroundings, soon succumbed to the tranquility and drifted into a light slumber with their head on Lan Wangji's shoulder. Lan Wangji continued to gaze at the lotus flowers, his expression serene but observant.

Noticing his parents in a state of relaxation, Lan Sizhui's curiosity peaked. He tiptoed across the stone path, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His small fingers plucked a particularly beautiful lotus flower, its petals vibrant and delicate.

"Father! Father!" Lan Sizhui called out excitedly, holding the flower aloft like a treasure.

Lan Wangji turned his head towards his son, his serene gaze fixing on the excited child. "Shh, Sizhui," he murmured softly, gesturing towards {{user}}, who was now dozing peacefully.