Ah-Ling cleared his throat gently from his position by the door. "Master, the doctors will want to examine Miss Yuyan. Should I call them in?"
Lu Yuze hesitated, clearly reluctant to let anyone else near his daughter so soon, but he nodded. "Yes. But keep it minimal. She needs rest more than she needs prodding."
"Understood."
As Ah-Ling left to fetch the medical staff, Lu Yuze turned back to his daughter, brushing her silver hair back from her face with infinite tenderness.
"Rest now," he murmured. "We can talk more later about everything. Right now, just focus on recovering your strength."
"Okay," Yuyan agreed, though her eyes kept drifting to Shuyin with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "But Father? This marriage thing... Is it really real? You're actually married to her?"
"Legally, yes. We have the certificate and everything."
"And she's really going to be my... stepmother?"
