As they talked, Zhou Mu woke up.
"Dad, Mom, how did you get here?"
"You rascal, still asking how we got here, look at what you've done to yourself."
Zhou's mother was both heartbroken and angry. Although her son's job was inherently dangerous, he had never been injured so severely in all these years. This incident truly worried both parents sick.
"Exactly, you scared your mother so much she hasn't had a proper rest for days and nights."
Zhou's father felt for his wife and his son, his authority softened with tenderness.
"I'm okay now, Mom and Dad, I made you worry."
Zhou Mu had just woken up, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Gu Yao saw this and immediately brought over some honey water, saying softly, "Drink some to soothe your throat, your voice... no one would believe you're okay."
Her tone was tinged with playful rebuke and a hint of indulgence, and her gesture of offering the water seemed very familiar; Zhou Mu took it naturally, half-lying down.
