Morning light pierced the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled spots of light around the crib. Lin Mo’s fingertips hovered above a patch of glowing dust; it drifted in slow rotations as if bound by some unseen gravity, refracting a spectrum of color more complex than any rainbow.
"What does he see now?" Su Yuqing’s voice came from behind him. As Lin Mo turned, he noticed a strange layering in his wife's pupils—the familiar amber of the outer rim was being overlaid by deep, flowing blue data streams identical to the System interface.
The baby suddenly giggled, patting the crib railing with his small hands. The particles of the floating walker accelerated, weaving a luminous web between the three of them. Lin Mo felt a pale green liquid seep from the surface of his skin, shimmering like mother-of-pearl in the sunlight.
Chapter 90