Kevan looked up and saw the deep blue ceiling. It was covered in star-shaped lights. A sparkling silver galaxy surrounded the lights. Gold dust shimmered around it.

"These were all painted by Mommy! Godma told me that whenever Mommy had time, she would come here to paint stars for me, even when she was really busy!" Aster boasted proudly.

A scene of a slender and delicate woman standing alone on a ladder appeared in Kevan's mind.

She held a palette in one hand and a brush in the other. She was focused on painting the ceiling. How did she feel at that time? Probably happy, just like how he felt right now, looking at her "masterpiece."

However, compared to her, he also felt a hint of inexplicable bitterness.

"Does Mommy like ... I mean, the stars in the sky?" Kevan struggled to speak. His voice was hushed and hoarse.

Larissa must have liked stars a lot. He couldn't think of any other reasons she would name her son "Aster" and put so much effort into decorating the room.

Aster lo