Chen Dingye squatted down, extended his hand, and stroked his son's hair, saying: "Mother is just a bit tired, it's nothing serious, you must understand her."
Chen Tianyi nodded forcefully, held onto Chen Dingye's arm, and said: "If I behave well, will you keep playing with me, Father Emperor?! You've been so busy lately, it takes a long, long time for you to come play with me even once."
Chen Dingye looked at the child, smiled faintly, and said: "Alright, however, father has one more thing to do. Once it's all done, then there will be nothing difficult left, and then I can continue to accompany you."
Chen Tianyi was overjoyed: "Okay!!!"
Chen Tianyi reached out his finger and said: "Then let's make a promise!"
"A promise?"
"Mmm, mmm, it's what mother said, what the children of commoners say when they were little." Chen Dingye smiled slightly, extended his hand to press against his son's hand, listening to the child speak his innocent and naive vows.
