After dinner, Wen Zhiyao returned to Jian Xinlian's ward. The patient on the bed still had her eyes tightly shut, her brow furrowed as if she were seeing something unpleasant in her dreams.
Initiating the contact, Wen Zhiyao held Jian Xinlian's hand, placed her face on the back of it, closed her eyes, and recalled her childhood memories.
She was the happiest back then.
When she opened her eyes, she was confronted with the cruel reality.
"Mom, don't worry, I will thoroughly investigate everything and bring justice to our family. I hope you can get better soon, and we can continue living happily together like before."
Wen Zhiyao murmured.
Seemingly sensing something, Jian Xinlian's hand twitched.
"Mom…" A warmth filled Wen Zhiyao's heart.
She couldn't remember how long she had been at the hospital. By the time Wen Zhiyao walked out of the hall, the number of vehicles outside had gradually decreased.
