Tuanzi rushed over immediately, ignoring that the person in the rocking chair was still resting, and reached out to push him: "Uncle King, wake up, don't sleep."
Watching Tuanzi's anxious and therefore a bit rough movements, Su Li's heart jolted.
Tuanzi must have guessed something too, and was getting scared.
Usually when Tuanzi came over and saw Feng Ciye lying in the rocking chair, napping and enjoying the view, he would never disturb him; this time he ran up wanting to shake him awake.
The man in the rocking chair seemed to have his broken breath gradually grow chaotic; he gently opened his eyes, covered his lips lightly with his hand, and let out a delicate yawn.
Tuanzi hugged Feng Ciye, crying from joy: "Why is Uncle King sleeping again? We just knocked on the door and you wouldn't open it, Tuanzi thought you…"
Thought he was going to sleep and never wake up.
