The little bun's breathing slowed, becoming rhythmic and steady, as sleep started to embrace him. The silence of the room enveloped him, broken only by the soft sounds of his own breathing.
As Xiaobao's mind drifted between wakefulness and slumber, a faint smile formed on his lips. In his dreams, he could picture his Aunty Yan's face, her tender presence beside him, fulfilling the promise that had been made. Even though she wasn't physically there, her love and warmth lingered in his heart, providing comfort as he began to surrender to the peaceful embrace of sleep.
The room grew hushed, and the little guy's breathing became even more tranquil. With each passing moment, the world around him faded away, replaced by a dreamscape of imagination and wonder.
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