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

the petals of a flower that bloom

a deep sleep, oblivious to Agnes‘ presence.

by the bed.

gently

her son,

was a preemie, born on a midsummer night.

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

hand brushed Nocturne’s cheek.

birth, Nocturne was diagnosed with a rare disorder

was Atypical

spent most of his day sleeping, with very little awake

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

was always sleeping, barely even ate.

that’s kind

when Nocturne was still the same after his first

to feel that something

took Nocturne to a bunch of top–notch doctors,

caused by neurological oxygen deprivation during

this hadn’t affected Nocturne’s

Nocturne was a

already learned

even said he’s more gifted than

Nocturne was awake, he showed an extraordinary level of focus.

ability to absorb knowledge, even with

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