Yeh Cangqiong stood quietly in front of the paintings at this moment, watching them one by one, immersing himself fully. When he was deeply engaged, he reached out with his finger and gently traced over the images.
Chi Xiaoyu didn't disturb him.
She remembered that in the past, Yeh Cangqiong didn't care about Xiao Guai's paintings, not even bothering to look at them seriously.
Perhaps in his eyes, they were just childish scribbles.
As a father, being able to silently appreciate his daughter's paintings in this way was good.
After a long while, he let out a deep sigh.
"Cough!"
She cleared her throat lightly and smiled as she raised her head.
He finally turned around and gave her a slight smile, "You're awake?"
"Mm, I slept the whole day. I'm about as soft as a noodle now." She stretched lazily.
"Feeling better?"
"Mm… much better. Doctor Bai's medicine really worked wonders!"
