Mu Zihao asked Mu Yichen, both consulting and requesting.
"Don't worry about it!"
Mu Yichen suddenly felt an overwhelming fatigue, said this, then took a throw pillow, placed it under his head, and lay down.
Mu Zihao frowned even more deeply, looking at his son with concern. This refusal to open up made people even more anxious.
Later, the two of them, one watched the news, the other fell asleep.
Mu Yichen opened his eyes close to midnight, the living room lights were off, but Mu Zihao was still sitting there. Unconsciously, he asked, "You're not going to sleep yet?"
"I can't sleep!"
Mu Zihao spoke with uncharacteristic irritability.
Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, then turned towards the sofa: "Go to sleep!"
Mu Zihao glanced at his back, thought for a moment, then turned off the TV and went back to his room.
After he left, Mu Yichen didn't move for a long time.
The entire house went quiet; he could even hear his own breathing.
