âThis is a joyful occasion.â
Meng Yunhan, as usual, cooked dinner, cleaned them up, held Yun Haoâs hand, cuddling their son to sleep.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
But the next morning, Meng Yunhan felt someone touching her face and she said in a hazy voice, âHas Little Huzi woken up?â
Yet the hand that was touching her face did not stop. She, reluctantly, opened her eyes, preparing to pick her son up to feed him, and met a pair of bright eyes.
At that moment, she continued to stare at him, blinking not once, thinking she was dreaming. She was hoping for Yun Haoâs recovery.
But now she thinks everything is a dream.
âIt must be a dream. Iâll sleep some more. Iâll sleep some more.â
Then she closed her eyes again.
âWifeâ¦,â the voice was husky and grating, barely audible.
Upon hearing this almost whispering voice, she opened her eyes again, reached out a hand to touch, it was warm. Was she not dreaming? Was this real? Was she really awake? Right?
âYun Hao, youâve woken up, havenât you? Youâve woken up, right? Iâm not dreaming, am I? You really are awake, arenât you?â
Meng Yunhan seemed to be questioning herself, as well as the other person.
All of this is not a dream, not a dream at all, he really did wake up.
Yun Hao saw his wife like this and his heart ached. His body was a bit stiff, having been unconscious, he knew when his wife came in, when she brought him home. Due to not moving for over two months, his body was still somewhat uncoordinated, and he was unaccustomed to using his voice.
âWifeâ¦â
Meng Yunhan still felt that all this was a dream, so she shouted out loud, getting another person to validate that this was not a dream, that Yun Hao really did wake up, really had woken up. âDad, Dad, come quick, come quick?â
Old Zhao had just gotten up and was sweeping the yard when he heard his daughterâs voice. He thought something had happened, dropped his broom, and sprinted towards Meng Yunhanâs room, without a care for anything else, just afraid that something had really happened.
âWhatâs wrong? Whatâs wrong?â His voice reached them before he did.
He soon also pushed open the room door, and looking at a pair of bright eyes, he stopped in his tracks, nonplussed.
âAhao, youâve woken up.â Old Zhao quickly recovered, his joy shining through, speaking excitedly.
Meng Yunhan glanced back and forth between them, âDad, Iâm not dreaming, am I?â
Yun Hao chuckled, thinking his wife was too cute.
This amused Old Zhao too, âNo, no, Ahao really did wake up, this is a good thing, this is a big joyful event, you had your birthday yesterday, and today Ahao has woken up. Itâs such a blessing.â
âDad, whatâsâ¦goingâ¦on?â
Although Yun Hao was unconscious, he could hear some things. But his wife used to call old Dad âsirâ.
âIâve officially taken Hanhan as my goddaughter, and you are my son in law.â
Meng Yunhan nodded, âYes, I am Dadâs goddaughter.â
âHanhan, go cook first,â There are some things he should explain, because he knows there are some things Hanhan wonât tell.
But these are things Yun Hao must know.
Meng Yunhan realized that Little Huzi had not woken up yet. She thought about it â during Yun Haoâs days of unconsciousness, although she took care of his daily life, he might not have absorbed much nutrients.
âOkay.â Meng Yunhan got up to go to the kitchen.
Only three generations were left in the room.