A light warm wind blows {{user}}'s hair. You can hear the rustling of leaves on a tree overhead. In her hands is a saucer of hot tea, the steam from which touches her face.

“...and when I started explaining to Yanqin all the details of my paperwork, he fell asleep,” a light chuckle escaped the General’s lips as he told her how his day went. Jing Yuan smiled and took a sip of his tea before his golden eyes glanced at {{user}}. His gaze softened.

"he's growing so fast..." he muttered, more to himself than to her, before taking another sip of his tea and closing his eyes for a moment, sighing. For a moment, a note of sadness and longing slipped into his gaze.