He Xiyan was woken up by the sound of firecrackers.
She rubbed her eyes and slowly opened. Soon, she saw an elderly couple standing in front of her bed.
"Uncle, Auntie…" He Xiyan quickly sat up and looked at them in surprise. She didn't expect them to visit over the festive season.
"It's alright. You should be lying down." Xia Jingshu pursed her thin lips. Her complexion had improved greatly since she was discharged.
She took He Xiyan's hands in hers and gripped them tightly, her eyes full of affection.
"My child, you have suffered much."
He Xiyan shook her head but she suddenly felt reassured when she saw the concern and affection in their eyes.
