“Okay!” Shen Nian’an immediately agreed happily, obediently lay down, and looked at Shen Tingzhou with bright eyes.

Shen Tingzhou cleared his throat and began to tell a story—a story he had heard in the army about a young soldier protecting his comrades. He told it vividly, describing in detail how the soldiers infiltrated and relayed messages. Shen Nian'an listened intently, her little mouth slightly open, her eyes fixed on Shen Tingzhou, forgetting to even move her fingers.

Lin Wanqiu sat beside the father and son, her heart filled with warmth as she watched them. She quietly got up and went to the outer room to tidy up the leftover fabric from the daytime—fabric she had taken from her spatial storage to make some new clothes for Nian'an. But as she reached the cabinet, her fingers accidentally touched the jade pendant hanging around her neck. The pendant suddenly became slightly warm, and a pale green light emanated from it, casting a soft green glow on the fabric on the cabinet.

Lin Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat. She quickly went to the door of the inner room and saw Shen Tingzhou still telling Nian'an a story. She quietly withdrew and focused her mind on entering the space. The next second, she appeared in the familiar space—the supplies in the warehouse were still neatly stacked, the vegetables in the fields were growing well, and in the corner of the warehouse, there was a small loom! The loom was made of wood, with an exquisite design, and even the shuttle was a polished bamboo product. There were also several bundles of snow-white cotton yarn piled up next to it, as if they had just been put in.

"Could it be because we moved to a new house that the space unlocked something new?" Lin Wanqiu walked to the loom, reaching out to touch its wooden frame. The surface was smooth, not like it was newly made, but rather like an old object that had been used for many years. She recalled the agricultural and medical skill libraries that had been unlocked in the space before, and a thought suddenly occurred to her—perhaps this loom was meant to allow her to make more new clothes for her family and herself in this era of scarcity, and perhaps even supplement her family's income through weaving in the future.

As she was pondering this, Shen Nian'an's voice suddenly came from outside: "Mother, Father has finished telling his story. Where are you?" Lin Wanqiu quickly exited the space and returned to the outer room, where she saw Shen Nian'an sitting on the small bed, rubbing her eyes and looking for her. Shen Tingzhou stood beside her, smiling helplessly.

"Mom's here." Lin Wanqiu walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you a little sleepy after you've finished listening to the story?"

Shen Nian'an nodded, then shook his head: "I'm a little sleepy, but I still want to look at my little room." As he spoke, his eyes began to look around, glancing at the teddy bear on the bedside table and the comic books on the desk, his little face full of reluctance.

Lin Wanqiu chuckled and gently pinched his nose. "Silly child, this room is yours from now on. You can look at it however you want. You'll still be able to see it when you wake up tomorrow morning." She tucked the blanket around Chen Nian'an. "Go to sleep now. Tomorrow, Mom will make you your favorite steamed egg custard, okay?"

"Okay." Shen Nian'an finally nodded, closed his eyes, but after a while, he quietly opened them a crack, looked at Lin Wanqiu by the bedside, and then slowly closed his eyes again. Lin Wanqiu sat by the bed, gently patting his back, humming a lullaby she had learned in her previous life. The soft singing echoed in the quiet little house, like a spring breeze, brushing against Shen Nian'an's heart.

Shen Tingzhou stood at the door, watching the long shadows of the mother and son cast by the kerosene lamp, his heart filled with peace. He recalled his time in the army, when every mission he took would remind him of his wife and children back home. At that time, he thought he would never see them again. Now, seeing them safe and sound by his side, with such a warm home, he felt that he had never been happier in his life.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Wanqiu heard Shen Nian'an's breathing gradually become steady. She looked down and saw that the child had fallen asleep, his little mouth slightly upturned, as if he were having a sweet dream. She gently got up, tucked the blanket around him again, and then quietly left the small room with Shen Tingzhou, gently closing the door behind them.

"This child is so happy today." Lin Wanqiu leaned against Shen Tingzhou's chest, her voice soft, afraid of waking the child inside.

“Yes, we’ll never let him suffer again.” Shen Tingzhou hugged Lin Wanqiu tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head. “By the way, I saw you go to the outer room earlier, was something wrong?”

Lin Wanqiu's eyes lit up when she thought of the loom in her space: "Tingzhou, it seems like I've unlocked something new in my space, a loom. From now on, we can weave our own clothes, and Nian'an will have more new clothes to wear."

Shen Tingzhou was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Really? That's great, we won't have to worry about clothes anymore." He knew that Lin Wanqiu had the secret of having a spatial ability, and he also knew that the things in the spatial ability could always bring them surprises. Hearing that there was a loom, he was happy too.

The two stood in the courtyard, looking at the dim yellow light in the window of the small house to the east, their hearts filled with longing.