Evening.
Zhou Liao comes home after work, and Zhiyun and Chenchen wait for him at the door.
"Dad, shoes."
Chenchen hands him slippers, and after changing his shoes, Zhiyun hands him a cup of warm water.
"Dad, sit down, let me massage your back."
Chenchen grabs Zhou Liao's pant leg and pulls him along.
Zhou Liao carefully shuffles along with small steps.
"Did you promise him cake again?"
Zhou Liao asks Zhiyun as they walk.
"Your son wants to reward you," Zhiyun says with a smile, "Just enjoy it, don't ask."
Sitting on the sofa.
Zhou Liao passively enjoys his son massaging his back, and his wife feeding him fruit.
"Is this the reward you're giving me?" Zhou Liao swallows the fruit and asks Zhiyun again.
"Yes." Zhiyun nods.
"Is it just fruit?"
"What else do you want?"
"I can have anything I want?" Zhou Liao's eyes are smiling, and a smile spreads across his face.
Zhiyun: "Within reason, anything."
"Pei Rong—"
