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.

he slept, his eyelashes fluttered gently, like a butterfly flapping its

tender as the petals of a flower that bloom in the

deep sleep, oblivious to Agnes‘

sat by

reached out and gently struck

was her

a preemie, born on

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

brushed Nocturne’s cheek.

Nocturne

term was Atypical Neurological

his day sleeping, with very little

that this kid

always sleeping, barely

that’s kind of normal.

the same

that something was

took Nocturne to a bunch of top–notch doctors, but the conclusion was the same: no

by neurological oxygen deprivation

hadn’t affected

contrary, Nocturne

had already learned two languages

than they were at his age.

showed an extraordinary level of

had an amazing ability to absorb

firm believer in the power of hard work, would give birth