In the city hospital, Chu Yao brought the tonic soup she had made by hand for her mother. Hearing that Ye Qiu had left not long ago, Chu Yao was stunned for a moment.
Chu's mother put the bowl in her hand down on the table, took Chu Yao's hand, and said, "Mother can tell that you like that Ye Qiu, and I think he's quite good too. It was he who saved my life; otherwise, I wouldn't have made it to this point."
"If you can be with him, Mother can rest assured. It's obvious that he is a man worthy of a lifetime commitment."
"Mother, what are you talking about?" Chu Yao's face turned red in an instant, and she pretended not to understand.
Chu's mother smiled, touched Chu Yao's cheek, and said, "Silly child, you are the flesh that fell from my body, whatever you are thinking, I can tell with just a glance. Ever since you brought him to the hospital to see me, I knew you had a good feeling for him."
