"Aunt, you've even learned how to paint dreams!"
As he said this, Li Zhiyan felt a bit sour inside. Aunt Lai really cared about him deeply.
From the very beginning till now, her kindness toward him had never changed—it was unconditional.
"Zaizai, come here, let Aunt hug you."
"Aunt missed you! These days, you've been clinging to that little rascal and that big truck all day, Aunt didn't even get to hold you. Aunt feels so wronged."
"Wuuu..."
Li Zhiyan lay down beside Aunt Lai, and she quickly wrapped around him—the Lai-style embrace was still as skillful as ever.
Feeling Aunt Lai's warmth, Li Zhiyan held the back of her head and smelled the fragrance of her hair.
Li Zhiyan kissed Aunt Lai's forehead.
"Zaizai..."
Calling out "Zaizai," Aunt Lai fell asleep again, breathing evenly and peacefully.
Only then did Li Zhiyan gently release her and cover her with the blanket.
