C240 Wishful thinking

It was not until the morning of the next day that Qiao Chuyang finally opened his powerless eyes.

Looking at his precious son who had fallen beside his bed, the corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile like flower petals.

"Mom, you're awake?"

Qiao ZIchen threw himself into Qiao Chuyang's arms with an excited expression, while beads of teardrops the size of beans rolled down his face