Yao's mother shook her head, "I can't sleep. You've given so much blood to your brother, don't you need to rest a bit?"
"I'm fine, just need to sit for a while," Yao Beidi said with a faint smile.
"Old Yao, Beikun is fine, you should go back and rest. Didn't you say you had a meeting this morning? I'll take care of things here," Yao's mother said to Yao's father with concern.
Yao's father nodded, "I'll come over to let you rest after I finish the meeting."
"Mm."
Watching the interaction between her parents, Yao Beidi found their straightforward words deeply moving and enviable.
She always felt that it was enough for a couple to live such an undramatic life together, sometimes bickering, sometimes getting angry, yet always intertwined, their happiness was just right.
After Yao's father left.
