Xing Ling's long eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, not yet fully conscious. She opened her mouth as if to call someone but couldn't make a sound.
"Aling?" Ye Sihan bent down, unable to hide his excitement and nervousness, staring into Xing Ling's eyes.
Xing Ling's pupils gradually became clear, and when she saw the man in front of her, her gaze trembled and shrank.
She stared at him blankly, her thoughts seemingly not fully recovered, appearing sluggish.
"Mommy!"
"Mommy!"
"Mommy, we're here!"
"Mommy!!" Xibao cried, trying to climb onto the bed but unable to get up.
Xing Ling turned her face and saw the quadruplets crying together at the edge of the bed; her eardrums felt like they were vibrating, and her gaze suddenly became alert.
Then her nose tingled, her eyes heated up, and tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, "Don't cry... cough..."
Her throat, unused to speaking for so long, was dry and slightly stinging.
