"Why didn't you go back?"
Lan Hanyu frowned as he looked at Xuan Mohan. In his opinion, Mommy was the most important, even more so than his sister.
Xuan Mohan understood Hanyu's meaning, but,
"Hanyu, your sister is still young. Even if you can take care of her, she needs adult company right now. Your mommy can't come over, so I have to stay by your side."
With just those words, Lan Hanyu had nothing more to say. He had been thoughtful, and he realized he had overlooked something. He pursed his small lips, "Then, after sister gets better, you can go back to take care of Mommy."
Xuan Mohan looked at his little adult with a mix of affection and amusement, "I know. Daddy is also worried about your mommy."
Lan Hanyu was very satisfied. He nodded slightly like an old man.
Remembering something, he looked up with a hint of seriousness, "Have you found out who did it?"
Mentioning this topic, both father and son fell silent.
Xuan Mohan patted Lan Hanyu's shoulder, "There are some clues, but it still needs further investigation. Can you leave this to Daddy?"
Xuan Mohan didn't want Lan Hanyu to be exposed to societal affairs at such a young age. In the future, with him around, he could shed his burdens and be happier.
Lan Hanyu knew that his strength was ultimately limited. Why not trust him this once?
"Okay."
"Daddy, I want to eat that."
"Okay~"
"Daddy, I want to eat this."
"Okay~"
"Daddy, Tongtong needs to pee."
"Alright, Daddy will carry you." Xuan Mohan looked at the little girl in his arms with adoration, as if he could pluck the stars from the sky for her.
Seeing the little girl looking listless in the morning had pained him immensely. He much preferred her lively, spirited, and adorable appearance now.
"Daddy, when is Mommy coming back?" Lan Tongtong asked with a very serious expression.
When Lan Qianqian was mentioned, Xuan Mohan's smile faltered slightly. "What's wrong? Isn't Daddy good enough? Tongtong still remembers Mommy? Daddy is going to be sad."
Though he spoke of sadness, Xuan Mohan's eyes were full of amusement.
"No, Daddy is very good. It's just... when can Daddy, Mommy, Tongtong, and brother all be together?"
Lan Tongtong whispered cautiously into Xuan Mohan's ear.
Xuan Mohan's mood became much more complex. The child had been longing for a complete family…
Looking at the anticipation in Tongtong's big eyes, how could he bear to disappoint her? Moreover, he really should speed things up. Once Qianqian was better, they would get married. The thought of Lan Qianqian marrying him in a beautiful wedding dress…
"Hehe!"
Lan Tongtong was displeased, pouting her little mouth a little angrily. "Daddy, is what Tongtong said that funny? Tongtong is talking to you very seriously!"
This time, Xuan Mohan laughed even more heartily. "Yes, I know. Daddy is listening very seriously too. Soon, very soon, our family will be together, okay?"
"Yay! Daddy is the best! Tongtong loves Daddy the most."
"Hanyu." Lan Qianqian murmured. During those difficult years, Hanyu had often been by her side, encouraging her. Thus, although she hadn't been very close to Hanyu, she loved this child dearly.
"Mommy."
Seeing Lan Qianqian lying in bed looking so frail, Lan Hanyu felt a pang of distress.
In his eyes, although Mommy had been quite weak before, she rarely fell ill. Now that she was confined to bed, the solid fortress in his heart seemed to have crumbled a little, and tears welled up in his eyes.
But Lan Hanyu did not let them fall. Crying was not something a man should do.
He walked to the bedside, gently clasped his mommy's soft, large hand, and asked with extreme tenderness, "Mommy, does it still hurt?"
Feeling the warmth of his hand, Lan Qianqian knew that Hanyu had truly come. Her little man had arrived. She drew his small body into her embrace, "With Hanyu here, Mommy doesn't hurt."
Lan Hanyu rested his head in this familiar, warm embrace. As he grew older, he rarely allowed his mommy to hold him, because he wanted to be Mommy's support.
He realized then how much he had missed this embrace…
Xuan Mohan, standing quietly outside the door, watched without intruding on their mother-son moment. A few meters away, Mu Jingxuan was also observing this scene. It must have been difficult for Lan Qianqian to raise her children alone…
After a while, Lan Qianqian noticed Xuan Mohan standing at the doorway. Her Hanyu would always be with her, but what about him?
She smiled faintly, and Lan Qianqian mused to herself whether the sick always became more fragile. She hoped he would always stay by her side…