When Gu Chunhai received the notification and rushed over, this was the scene he saw.
His daughter was lying on the hospital bed, seemingly asleep, and beside her, sat a soldier in a straight posture. The soldier's hand appeared to be tightly held by his daughter.
Gu Chunhai frowned as he walked in.
Yang Yunhai barely managed to pull his hand back from Gu Lingling's cheek, yet her hand grabbed his again. Yang Yunhai shook his head helplessly.
Looking at those slender little hands clutching his large palm, he didn't move anymore.
As long as she could sleep peacefully, that was all that mattered.
And the little girl on the hospital bed indeed quieted down.
The corners of Yang Yunhai's mouth involuntarily rose slightly.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he didn't pull his hand away, even though he knew the person wasn't Zhao Yu.
But the little girl finally calmed down with great difficulty.
