Six years later, Las Vegas.
This internationally renowned Gambling City, like any other tourist spot during the day, is filled with flowers and visitors.
In a hotel that looks unremarkable from the outside, one of the rooms is decorated with exceptional comfort and luxury.
On the soft carpet, two people—one big, one small—are lying down.
Mu Yiliang is wearing hot pants, revealing her long and slender legs, her head resting on her arm, lazily squinting her eyes.
"Xiaoze, are you done yet?" After a while, she asked the little boy beside her.
Five-and-a-half-year-old Mu Yuze nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on the computer screen before him, his delicate and pretty face gradually showing a hint of a triumphant smile.
"All done!" He tapped the final key.
Mu Yiliang held her son's small face and gave him a kiss, "mua," saying, "Xiaoze, you're amazing!"
