Li Father suddenly woke up, his eyes not yet fully open, but he blurted out: "Xiaoying, don't go!"
Hearing him call out Mother's name even in his dreams, Li Zhiqian's eyes instantly became wet. Over the years, Father suppressed his longing for Mother, making everyone think he was invincible, but in truth, the softest part of his heart always held Mother.
Li Zhiqian slightly raised his head, forcing the tears back, and said softly: "Dad, it's late, go back to your room to sleep. Sleeping like this is not good for your health."
Li Father blinked and glanced at Li Zhiqian, his expression still somewhat unnatural. He rubbed his temples, "Why did I fall asleep? Really, getting old means becoming more useless."
Li Zhiqian placed the water cup on the desk and went to help him up, "You're still strong for your age, but you should still take care of your health. Come on, I'll walk you to your room."
