Song Jia parted the door of Song Chen's ward without making any noise, wide enough for her to peep inside. He was laying on the bed with his eyes closed, his blanket covering his body until half of his chest.
She stepped inside and realized the temperature of the room was a bit too cold to suit his health, so she picked up the remote for the air conditioner and increased the temperature of the room. She then turned around and lifted the edge of his blanket and tucked her father in it properly.
Song Chen felt some movement near him and opened his eyes, to see his daughter tucking him in his blanket properly.
"Ah, Xiao Jia. When did you come here?" His voice was hoarse and very weak, barely audible.
"Umm... just now?" Song Jia said awkwardly. "You should sleep, you look weak. I can come back later." She was feeling a bit awkward and didn't know how to continue the conversation. This was a novelty for her after all.
