He got up every two hours at night to check if his daughter had kicked off her blanket.
During the day, he even massaged Liu Yingzi's legs and feet for her.
Even the nurses praised him.
"You can't fault him as a father."
A week later, Cao Jiajia was cleared for discharge.
After a period of recovery, some color had returned to the little girl's cheeks.
The doctor said that after a few more days of observation, she could resume her normal activities.
Cao Daqiang went early to handle the discharge procedures.
Just as the family of three arrived home, they happened to run into Shanshan and Ling Anxun.
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the stone steps.
Shanshan was wearing a primrose-yellow dress, her little legs dangling.
Ling Anxun sat in a wicker chair beside her.
One arm was draped over the back of the chair, while his other hand gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead.
"Daddy!"
