Li Yan wriggled, burrowing deeper into Ming Lingyi's embrace like a little animal seeking warmth. "I feel better all over just seeing you, Mother!" he mumbled, his voice thick with a playful whine.
He lifted his little face, and as if suddenly remembering something, he peeked over Ming Lingyi's shoulder toward the doorway.
The moment he saw his father's figure, Li Yan's little face fell.
"Sigh..." He let out a tiny sigh.
He had been a little worried before that his father didn't care enough about him to return even after hearing he was sick. But now that he actually saw his father—especially since his mother was back too—Li Yan suddenly found him a bit of an eyesore.
'It seems I don't need Father's affection that much after all.'
Li Yan pursed his little lips and buried his face back into the crook of Ming Lingyi's neck, leaving only one bright red ear showing. He mumbled, "So Father came back too..."
"In fact, it would be fine if Father just went back to his own business."
