"Yue, I made your favourite fried tofu... wake up eat my dear," a soothing voice silently whispered. A warm cloth touched his forehead ever so softly, wiping away his cold sweat.
Simultaneously, he could feel a warm hand gently caressing his bandaged one. "wake up soon Yue...."
it was the warm callous hand of his father….
Yue could hear them all, but responding took a lot of effort. It felt like his whole body was hit by a bus. Every nook and corner ached badly.
He groaned softly, moving his fingers a bit.
"Ah, he moved.. Yue, can you hear me/" his father's gruff voice came right next to his ears.
Yue sighed, trying his best to open his tired eyes. The lids were heavy and weighted. He literally had to struggle a lot to open them up. Glancing to his side, he saw multiple blurry faces looking at him nervously.
"Mom.... dad...."
"Yes baby, yes we are here," his mum happily kissing his forehead. "Do you want some water, baby?"
