Yan Shao quickly put down his laptop and rose to his feet, striding briskly towards the hospital bed.
Zhu Qianying's upper body leaned over the bed, her face pressed against the little boy's face, holding his hand tightly, whispering overjoyedly, "Baby, I'm so relieved you're okay..."
The little boy was half-opening his eyes, lips slightly parted. His voice was weak, but Zhu Qianying could hear him clearly, he cried out, "Mommy!"
This raspy, low call for 'Mommy' made Zhu Qianying's tears burst forth uncontrollably. They fell in large droplets wetting her face.
Zhu Qianying quickly turned her face away and wiped the tears from her face in haste.
By this time, Yan Shao had walked over. He gently held her, letting her bury her face in his arm. He then bent down to kiss their son's eyelids and gently smiled, "Hi! Baby, you're awake?"
