Kevan looked up and saw the deep blue ceiling. It was covered in star-shaped lights. A sparkling silver galaxy surrounded the lights. Gold dust shimmered around it."These were all painted by Mommy! Godma told me that whenever Mommy had time, she would come here to paint stars for me, even when she was really busy!" Aster boasted proudly.A scene of a slender and delicate woman standing alone on a ladder appeared in Kevan's mind. She held a palette in one hand and a brush in the other. She was focused on painting the ceiling. How did she feel at that time? Probably happy, just like how he felt right now, looking at her "masterpiece."However, compared to her, he also felt a hint of inexplicable bitterness."Does Mommy like ... I mean, the stars in the sky?" Kevan struggled to speak. His voice was hushed and hoarse. Larissa must have liked stars a lot. He couldn't think of any other reasons she would name her son "Aster" and put so much effort into decorating the room.Aster lo

What's wrong? Tell Daddy. I promise I'll help you out," Kevan assured Aster.When Aster heard the word "Daddy," his heartache intensified, and tears started flowing down his cheeks. His tears soaked Kevan's shirt. Kevan grew even more concerned, comforting Aster with one hand on his back while gently wiping away the tears from his face."If you really don't want steak and prawns, I'll go out right now and get you something else. Please, don't cry anymore, alright?" Kevan spoke softly and tenderly. He lifted Aster in his arms and walked to the living room in big strides."No ..." Aster stammered. Kevan's heart clenched at the sight of his son's teary, pitiful expression. "I ... it's not … because of that..." Aster's breath was unsteady, and his words came out in fragments."What's it about then?" Kevan remained extremely patient, showing no hint of annoyance.Aster fell silent again. There was a mix of hesitation, conflict, and fear in his eyes. Kevan remained quiet; he did not urg

Wendy had seen photos of Kevan on Aster's phone. Also, Aster had already informed her that Kevan would be coming to cook for him today. So, she rushed back from work as soon as possible. Fortunately, she caught him just in time."Mr. Rogers, I've heard so much about you." She showed no sign of hesitation as she confidently approached him and extended her hand.He stared at her hand. He hesitated for a moment before finally shaking it.Of course, she didn't miss this small detail. She had heard about how much of a clean freak Kevan was. That was why she took the initiative to shake hands with him, just to see how he would react.She had anticipated a refusal, but whatever happened only deepened her smile."I heard from Aster that you're going to cook for him today?" She glanced at the dining table, which was empty. She continued, "Is the dinner not ready yet?"Aster chimed in, "We've already eaten! Daddy's cooking is super delicious! Even better than ... I mean, the food at rest

"I'm sorry. I had an accident a few years ago, and I don't remember anything from the past," Kevan apologized with a smile, using "amnesia" as an excuse for his lack of recollection."Oh, right ..." Only then did Wendy recall that Larissa had mentioned this before. She felt a bit annoyed with herself—had she been talking to a brick wall earlier?Kevan continued to play his part, acting as if he truly had amnesia. "Did I know Larissa before? No one has ever told me about it. Can you give me more details about what you said earlier?""Forget it." Wendy wasn't sure how to explain their complicated history in such a short time. "Since you don't remember, let's just start fresh, shall we? Do you like Larissa?" she asked him earnestly.Though he couldn't find the right words to express himself to Larissa, with Wendy, he responded smoothly, "Yes, I do," even though he blushed with shyness."Do you want to be with her?""Yes.""Do you promise to treat Aster as your own and take good car

Larissa sat on the bed. Gary smoothly poured a cup of hot tea for her. Lewis went to the restroom and returned with a towel to wipe the sweat off her face.Kevan stood awkwardly on the side, unable to find a way to join in.Her attention had been on him all along. Sensing his discomfort, she quickly changed the topic, asking, "Why are you here so early?"He shook the breakfast container in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of bitterness. "I thought you were still asleep, so I brought you breakfast.""Oh ..." She inexplicably felt a bit apologetic. "I wake up at 7 am every day. Then, I have breakfast and do the rehabilitation." She had been a model patient at the hospital, sticking to a routine of early to bed and early to rise, actively cooperating with treatment, and showing remarkable progress in recovery. The doctors often use her as an example to motivate other patients."It's fine," Kevan replied indifferently. He raised his arm, about to toss the breakfast container into