That day, as Mother Yan was in the throes of a high fever, she overheard Yan Jianguo and Yan Shuirou's conversation. Shaking, she tossed aside the cold towel from her forehead and removed the needle from her hand, insisting that she had to go to the hospital to see Yan Xiaye.
Yan Jianguo's attempts to dissuade her were futile, so he reluctantly accompanied his wife to the hospital, their hearts filled with trepidation.
"Mom and Dad, you're here."
Standing by the hospital bed, Li Beicheng got up to greet them, giving way to Mother Yan, who burst into sobs.
He didn't leave the ward, but stood tall to the side, his gaze firmly fixed on Yan Xiaye's every move, trying to discern emotions such as pity and reluctance—human feelings—from her demeanor.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Mother Yan wept at the bedside, Yan Xiaye's response remained one of complete indifference, as if only her body was present while her soul had wandered off to a place he would never reach.
