She felt warm and satisfied.
There was a saying that daughters were like warm and comforting cotton jackets; Ling Lihua strongly agreed.
She tucked Lu Liangwei in before blowing out the lights and going to sleep.
The next day.
Lu Liangwei and Ling Lihua were just done with breakfast when Lu Tingchen arrived.
He could not help but feel a little jealous when he saw his mother and sister together, looking like they were inseparable.
"Father woke up," he said shortly, his tone sounding stiff.
Lu Liangwei looked delighted. "Is that true?"
"Yes," Lu Tingchen answered with indifference.
Lu Liangwei turned to Ling Lihua to say, "Mother, I'd like to see Father. Do you want to come with me?"
Ling Lihua shook her head. "It's fine. You should go on your own."
