Lu Yanhe looked at Su Jia lying quietly on the bed and sighed helplessly.
He frowned, picked up his son in his arms, and then went downstairs to walk around the center of the community.
Lu Chen grabbed his father's big hand and followed behind with small steps.
Lu Yanhe watched him struggle to keep up with his steps and couldn't help but chuckle, but he didn't offer to carry him.
He just slowed down his pace so that his son wouldn't have to struggle so much to keep up.
The night was gentle, and it was very quiet around.
He patiently talked with his son about some things. Although Lu Chen couldn't fully understand, under his father's patient guidance, he could grasp some of it.
Before long, the little guy had completely forgotten all the unhappiness of the day.
"Dad, actually, many single mothers choose to tell comforting lies to their children, saying that when you grow up, your dad will come back. But Mom clearly told me that you two are separated."
