"Zhi, you have such smooth hair. Mother really likes to touch it."
"Hehe, I also like it when you caress my head, Mom. Your hand is very soft and warm."
"Is it? Then Mother will pat your head more from now on."
Dai Zhiqiang felt like he was floating, and old memories where everything was perfect resurfaced. If it was a dream, he wished to never wake up again.
Yue Ling called his name repeatedly, and it was very soothing to his ears. However, that voice slowly changed into the voice of someone else. The way they called him began to change, too.
Sensing that something was off, Dai Zhiqiang stirred in his sleep.
"Zhiqiang?" Li Caiyi gently patted his cheek upon noticing his eyelashes fluttered.
"Mhm?"
"You sleep so well, but it's time to wake up." Li Caiyi giggled and played with his smooth hair some more tenderly.