He slowly extended his hands.
Yu Haiqing and Han Zhinan held onto him from either side.
He looked at his wife, then at his daughter, and smiled: "It's so good to have you both, really good."
"Say less," Yu Haiqing couldn't help wanting to cry again: "You just woke up, don't tire yourself out."
"Yes, Dad," Han Zhinan said, "Dad, you should rest now."
"No," Han Jianzhou shook his head, "I slept for so long, I'm not tired at all."
He looked at Yu Haiqing: "My wife is still so young and pretty."
Yu Haiqing couldn't hold back her tears: "It's been more than four years, you finally woke up, I've aged, become an old lady."
"Not old." Han Jianzhou raised his hand to wipe her tears: "My wife is the most beautiful."
"Yes," Han Zhinan also said: "Mom isn't old! And Dad, did you know? Mom is a director now! During meetings, she sits right in the middle!"
Han Jianzhou laughed again: "Really? My wife is amazing."
