Su Lenghan held his mother's hand and adjusted her blanket before forcing out a smile. "Mum, I'm doing pretty well. Don't say these things and just focus on getting well. When you're feeling better, we'll go out and have some fun."
Mother Su nodded and wiped her tears away. She only understood now that life is short, so what was the point of fighting over power and fame? She should be contented with a filial son. As long as the family lived peacefully, a plain life was not that bad.
However, this way of thinking was unreal now. Compared to living life meaningfully, the power that she used to pursue was too fake. One was not born with these material things, and neither could they bring it with them after death, so it was meaningless.
Su Lenghan noticed Mother Su's rough hands. Her hands used to be smooth, so why are they so rough now?
"Mum, I remember that your hands weren't like this."
