Xiaocheng saw the sparkling tears in Yan Ye's eyes, and his little hand immediately covered them, touching gently.
Yan Ye slightly lowered his head, took a deep breath, and swallowed all his pain.
He still had a son to take care of, he couldn't collapse.
"Daddy, don't cry! Baby isn't crying," Xiaocheng had stopped whimpering after Yan Ye returned.
Yan Ye squinted his sore, cold eyes and responded, "Daddy got sand in his eyes, I'm not crying."
"Oh, Daddy, let me pat it for you…" Xiaocheng reached out his little paws again, wanting to touch Yan Ye, who stopped him.
"Great-grandfather is sick, let's go see him. Don't cry or make a fuss when you go in, okay?" Yan Ye's voice was gentle yet hoarse.
Xiaocheng had never seen such a fragile Daddy and didn't understand why Daddy was like this. He felt Daddy seemed very sad, so he carefully nodded.
