A few hours later.
Yating accompanied Gu Rong as the latter now rested to sleep. Duan Ren was kicked out of the hospital and peace returned. Gu Rong was extremely fatigued after the cascade of conflicting feelings of retelling the complicated past.
As he adjusted the duvet around his chest, Yating lightly smiled.
"Why are you smiling? Tell me too, tell me too," Chyou whispered from his side.
Surprised, he turned. "Hey."
"Hey back. How about you rest a bit too? I will look after him."
He replied softly. "I am fine. Let me be here for him. I have…hardly done anything for him in these years…"
Chyou fumed and hit his shoulder. "You are self-deprecating again. Didn't Uncle tell you not to think like that? You might have some apprehensions but he doesn't. You are his favorite son after all," she giggled.
Yating cleared his throat.
