In the hospital, Jian Wan opened her eyes once again. After ten years in a comatose state, her consciousness was still not very clear, and her gaze was scattered.
She murmured her daughter's name softly.
"Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi..."
It seemed that in her life, there was only Xiao Xi left.
Indeed, that was the case.
Jian Xi leaned over and kissed her mother's sunken cheeks due to emaciation.
"It's me, Mom, I'm back..."
Jian Wan's scattered gaze gradually focused. Although she wasn't very lucid, she gently curled the corners of her mouth and smiled faintly.
Her daughter had finally returned to her side...
"Mom, don't sleep anymore. Shall we talk together, okay?" Jian Xi gently stroked Jian Wan's hand, speaking softly and tenderly.
"Mom, you remember my childhood, right? You sent me to study ballet, hoping I would grow up to be a dancer..."
"Mom, I'm doing well abroad. Thank you for preparing everything for me in advance..."
Aunt Yang stood by, her eyes brimming with tears.
