Even Jian Xi, who was well aware of Shen Yu's capabilities, had moist corners of her eyes.
Ten years of life and death, a vast expanse; if Jian Wan could have woken up a bit sooner, maybe there would be nothing to do with her!
With her mother's doting love, the real Jian Xi wouldn't have been alone and harmed to death abroad by her stepmother.
"Xiao... Xi..."
A hoarse whisper, low as a mosquito's buzz.
In this silent ward, it sounded like music from heaven, powerfully striking everyone's eardrum.
"Miss, the madam is calling for you..." Aunt Yang choked up, unable to speak between her sobs.
Jian Xi walked over, leaned onto the bed, took Jian Wan's hand, and gently responded to her, "Mom, I'm back."
"Xiao Xi..."
Jian Wan called out once more, but her voice grew even weaker. The eyes that had just opened were also slowly closing.
"It's me, mom, I'm here. From now on, I will always be here..."
"Mm..."
