Heartstrings On Fire

Chapter 483

Four years later-

In a high–rise apartment in downtown Manhattan.

The alarm went off and Agnes got up immediately. After a war–like hot shower, she felt refreshed.

It’s the weekend.

In theory, she could have a lie in.

However, today there’s some serious business to take care of.

Agnes got dressed, headed to the kitchen, and whipped up a sandwich for breakfast.

Then, she ventured into the other room.

Agnes opened the door and stepped inside.

A little boy was lying on the bed.

The kid was ridiculously cute.

His hair was fluffy and soft, and his facial features were well–defined.

Most kids at four or five years old still have those chubby baby faces.

But this little guy was different. His face was mature for his age, with a pair of distinctive eyebrows and eyes. His eyelashes were so long, they could even pass for a girl’s.

gently,

as the petals of a flower that bloom in the

sleep, oblivious to Agnes‘

by

and gently struck the boy’s hair.

her

born on

was a real nail–biter for Agnes, but luckily,

brushed

birth, Nocturne was diagnosed with a rare disorder after

medical term was

spent most of his day sleeping, with very little

noticed that this kid was not like the others.

sleeping, barely even

that’s kind of normal.

when Nocturne was still the same after his first birthday.

to feel that something was

took Nocturne to a bunch of top–notch doctors, but the conclusion was the same:

by neurological oxygen deprivation during

hadn’t affected Nocturne’s

the contrary, Nocturne was

already learned two languages and shown

said he’s more gifted than they were at his age.

was awake, he showed an extraordinary level

had an amazing ability to absorb knowledge,

never thought that she, a firm believer in the power of hard work, would give birth to such