When sunlight streamed in through the window, Li Jiaqi lay quietly on the hospital bed.
After she had eaten her fill, she saw He Yingdong really squat down to play a puzzle game with Little Curly Hair by his side.
Initially, Little Curly Hair was not too willing to play with him.
But gradually, under his very patient guidance, he became willing to play together.
Throughout, there wasn't even a single conversation between father and son, yet the scene looked quite loving.
Li Jiaqi had been waiting for such a scene for so long.
Perhaps they played too hard, Little Curly Hair yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"He Yingdong, he's sleepy! Let him nap for a while!"
He Yingdong nodded.
"Put him on the sofa and cover him with a light blanket. Hey, gently, don't hurt him... move this little pillow over, and pull the curtains down!"
He Yingdong was somewhat quick in his actions and naturally not as meticulous as Li Jiaqi.
Li Jiaqi kept instructing him from the side.
