Tabitha's POV
I somehow walked in.
I remember that this place was used as a guest room for entertaining visitors at Hope Ranch.
Now, it had been transformed into a large space, with one half painted a soft pink and the other half a gentle sky blue.
The floor was covered in a plush, long-haired carpet, and the ceiling was painted with clouds.
When the door closed, the lights suddenly went out. Yet, countless stars appeared overhead, softly glowing, with occasional streaks of shooting stars.
Some lights in the room emitted a gentle glow, and the air was filled with the soothing music of a music box.
Cradles, rocking horses, various toys, and a wide array of clothes for babies from newborn to one-year-old were neatly arranged.
Nearby, there was also a special corner for children to pl
