"If you keep looking at me like that, be careful, I might smack you," Mo Junhua's gaze was intense and unmasked. Lan Tian felt uneasy, raised his hand, and rolled his eyes at him, "How long do you plan to lie there? Get up and move around."
"Are mom and dad doing well?" Mo Junhua quickly got out from under the covers, his movements agile and swift, not at all like someone who had been bedridden for a long time. Lan Tian was slightly taken aback but then realized, this man must have been secretly keeping up his exercises.
"Last winter, I went back to see them. Mom and dad are very healthy. They asked about you, and I said I didn't know, just told them that there were rules in the military, and you were on a mission and couldn't come home for New Year's. They're fine, probably just getting old and missing you a lot. Maybe this time, if we could take some time to go back and see them, it would ease their minds."
