Without having truly closed his eyes for the entire night, Lin Fan rose just as the first light of dawn began to break.
He walked over to Mengmeng's bed with light, cautious steps. By the faint morning light filtering through the window, he carefully observed the slight furrow that still lingered between his sleeping daughter's little brows, then reached out to test the temperature of her forehead. Confirming she had no fever, he gently tucked in the edge of her blanket before turning and heading into the kitchen.
Millet porridge was simmering on a low flame in the pot, bubbling softly as the fragrance of the rice gradually filled the room, driving away the lingering gloom of the previous night.
Chapter 48