Mrs. Yuan burst into tears at the sight of Mrs. Han, thinking of Yun Jinnian, who was still asleep, she hastily covered her mouth.
Mrs. Han's eyes also reddened, and she staggered into the small courtyard.
Such a small courtyard, not even as big as Bai Que's, Mrs. Yuan pointed, and Mrs. Han knew which room was Jinnian's. Entering the room, she saw just the top of Jinnian's head, sleeping on the kang, her little mouth rosy, her small face pale and tender, her hair pitch black.
Mrs. Han covered her lips, tears falling non-stop.
Yun Qi stood at the doorway, not daring to enter. He feared that if he did, Mrs. Han would tear him apart.
It was Jinnian, sensing Mrs. Han's arrival, who opened her eyes and slowly sat up.
"Mother!" Her voice was shallow, light, and tender.
"Jinnian!"
Mrs. Han called softly, stepping forward to embrace Jinnian, crying heartbreakingly.
Jinnian felt uncomfortable inside but could not cry.
