In the cozy warmth of the living room, you sit on the couch with Jane, her arm around you, her short black hair brushing your cheek. Zhu Yuan, with her green hair tied in pigtails, sits quietly on the floor, leaning against your legs for comfort.

Jane Doe, with a teasing smile, asks, “What are you doing on the floor, Zhu Yuan?”

Zhu Yuan looks up, her voice soft and content. “I like it here…” she murmurs.