It was past ten in the morning when Liu Shuqin accompanied Lin Aiye and his wife to the hospital.
Lin Gang came by himself; his wife hadn't come.
He said there were two children to look after at home, making it impossible to bring them to the hospital.
In a flash, it had been over two years since Liu Shuqin last saw Lin Xia and Lin Qiu.
Upon seeing them again, Lin Xia felt estrangement was secondary; what overwhelmed her more was a sense of sighing regret.
Lin Xia looked at the old lady in her memories, known for being troublesome and scheming, and saw her now with shoulders hunched and aged; she truly felt all her mother had previously endured was not worth it.
Even more, she felt extremely regretful for the unquestioning obedience they, as her siblings, had shown in the past, not knowing how to resist.
What was there to indulge in such an old lady?
