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.

slept, his eyelashes fluttered gently, like a

petals of a flower that

deep sleep, oblivious to Agnes‘ presence.

sat by the

and gently struck the boy’s

was her

preemie, born on a midsummer night.

was a real nail–biter for

brushed

during the difficult birth, Nocturne was diagnosed with

was Atypical Neurological Hypersomnia.

spent most of his day sleeping, with very

Nocturne was born, Agnes noticed that this kid was not like

sleeping, barely even

for a baby, that’s

Nocturne was still the same

began to feel that something

bunch of top–notch doctors, but the conclusion was the

by neurological

this hadn’t affected Nocturne’s

Nocturne was

four years old, he had already learned two languages and shown amazing

than they were at his age.

was awake, he showed an extraordinary level of

absorb knowledge, even with just one

she, a firm believer in the power of hard work, would give