At first light, the hospital room door was gently pushed open.
Lin Guodong and Zhou Li walked in. Seeing their son already awake, staring at the ceiling, both visibly relaxed.
"Ji, how do you feel? Does your head still hurt? Are you uncomfortable anywhere else?" Zhou Li hurried to his bedside and reached for his forehead, but stopped with her hand in midair, afraid of hurting him. Her eyes instantly reddened.
"Mom, Dad, I'm fine." Lin Ji turned his head, his voice a little hoarse.
When he saw his parents' faces clearly, his heart clenched.
They were younger.
In his memories, he had lived through a long gaming career.
In his previous life, although his parents had undergone life-extension surgery and obtained player qualifications, faint wrinkles had still appeared at the corners of their eyes.
The only difference was that his parents had been proud of him then.
But to his parents now, he was still a son who hadn't amounted to much.
They wore plain clothes, their faces haggard from staying up all night and pale from the fright. The concern in their eyes was pure and direct.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
Those words had never felt so tangible.
Only a day had passed, yet he felt as though he had crossed another long lifetime to see his still-young parents again.
Suddenly, an intense ache welled up in his heart, choking his throat.
"You're really all right? The doctor said you had a mild concussion. Thank goodness for the safety net and nanorepair-" Lin Guodong looked his son over, his tone stiff but his concern impossible to hide. "You brat, watch where you're walking!"
"Dad, something fell out of the sky. I can't exactly walk around staring straight up." Lin Ji grinned, trying to ease their tension,