Looking at his father leaning against the headboard, his white hair gleaming under the lamp light, Leng Zirui raised his hand to tuck the blanket around him, "Take a rest for a while."
"What's the matter?"
Reading his son's face, a hint of inquiry was added to Leng Lin's tone.
Leng Zirui's temperament differed from Leng Zimo's. Leng Zimo was almost a carbon copy of Leng Lin, even more dominant than him, while Leng Zirui combined the characteristics of both Mother Leng and his father, even resembling his mother more closely.
Mother Leng had been just like him in the past: loving laughter and speech, seemingly eternally unaware of what sorrow was, maintaining her optimism even in her final moments of life.
It was probably due to this personality that the relationship between Leng Lin and his second son was much more harmonious.
