Mu Yazhe was informed by the nurse that Yun Shishi was awake. He hurried over. However, just as he came up to the door of the ward, he sensed that the atmosphere in the ward was extremely tense. Right away, he thought that something was amiss.
Yun Shishi lay on the hospital bed, her eyes bloodshot, while Little Yichen sat silently by her side. The boy looked distinctly forlorn.
"What's the matter?"
Little Yichen lowered his head even further. He bowed his head so that his fringe would hide his slightly reddened eyes from Mu Yazhe. But even then, Mu Yazhe could imagine his expression. Even though he didn't know what was going on, this was the first time he'd seen Little Yichen looking so forlorn.
Mu Yazhe walked slowly to his son's side and patted him lightly on the shoulder. The communication between a father and a son is often that simple and unspoken. Without the need to say anything, he had given the boy great strength!
