The stiff and uncomfortable limbs twisted under the thin quilt, letting out a low call, "...Dad?"
Due to still being ill, even a single word carried a nasal tone.
"I'm not that old."
A cold voice sounded by her ear, completely different from what Lin Chu expected.
Her wriggling body froze, and her muddled brain went blank for a long time.
This is... Lu Huai'an?
As if to verify the answer, Lin Chu's head slowly turned in the other direction, facing the window.
The light was somewhat glaring. She blinked her eyes open and closed, trying several times before she could barely see anything clearly.
The man's body bathed in soft light, a halo circling around him; his cold and stern features softened a fraction more than usual.
Just a fraction, though.
But that was already quite rare.
Lu Huai'an squeezed some beige ointment onto his fingertips and applied it to the whip marks on Lin Chu's back. The pressure wasn't exactly gentle, but it wasn't rough either.
