Huo Chenling exerted great effort, but he didn't manage to wake up the Milky Dumpling. Instead, he ended up falling asleep himself while softly calling out to her.
When Huo Sijue came upstairs and gently pushed open the door, he saw his father lying on his side next to Zaizai. The Milky Dumpling was sprawled out, her little mouth slightly open, and her chubby arms still wrapped around her father's arm. It looked particularly warm and harmonious.
Looking at his father, one hand embracing the Milky Dumpling's plump waist and holding her against his chest, Huo Sijue couldn't help but smile. He took a thin blanket and covered his father, then quietly left the room.
Huo Chenling actually woke up when his second son covered him with the blanket but kept his eyes closed. After his second son left the room quietly, he glanced at the sleeping Milky Dumpling nestled against him and then at the door that was gently closed. His lips curled up.