Holly kissed him in response.

Then, they arrived at the art studio on the third floor.

Noah pushed the door open a crack and showed her what was inside. The yellowish glow spilled out the door. It was the middle of the night, but Gwynn was still working on a painting. Instead of wearing a luxurious dress, she wore a cotton shirt and tied her hair, which was hanging over her shoulder now.

She looked very beautiful when she was focused on work.

Holly was the one who said she missed her mom, but he was the one who was engrossed in the sight. He stood outside the door and admired how serene and beautiful she was. It felt as if he was seeing her for the first time.

His chest swelled with pride as he looked at her.

The wind rushed in through the window and tousled his black hair. Worried that his little girl might catch a cold, he carried her downstairs.

Then, he worked at his desk while Holly leaned on his knees, much like the way a cat would.

She was such a good little girl.