The bright moonlight passed through the gaps in the soft curtains and quietly fell into the ward, bringing a peaceful and warm atmosphere. Jiang Zhiyun slowly opened her eyes under the comfort of the moonlight. What appeared in front of her eyes was Yu Yan's slightly tired but peaceful face. She was leaning on the bedside, lying on the bed tiredly and falling asleep. In the afternoon, she was still suffering from high fever, and now her face was pale and haggard.
Jiang Zhiyun's distressed heart was trembling. She sat up gently and gently brushed her fingers through Yu Yan's hair, as if stroking the most precious treasure. She softly called Yu Yan's name, her voice full of concern and tenderness: "Yu Yan, wake up."
When Yu Yan heard her mother's gentle call, she sat up straight and looked deeply. Staring deeply at Jiang Zhiyun's slightly haggard face, he asked with concern: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Jiang Zhiyun gently shook her head and comforted with a smile. : "Don't worry, kid. Mom is fine. I just want you to lie on the bed and sleep with me."
Yuyan smiled and shook her head and said, "No, mom. The hospital bed is so small. , if I sleep on it, you will be uncomfortable."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyun said with a hint of reproach: "When you were a child, you wanted to sleep with your mother every day, but now you have grown up. , Why did I start to dislike my mother?"
Yuyan explained aggrievedly: "That's not the case, mother. How could I dislike you? I wish I could sleep with you every day."
"Then come up quickly." Jiang Zhiyun gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and Yu Yan obediently lay down on the warm quilt, snuggled tightly in her mother's arms, and said happily: "Mom , Do you know? It is really the happiest moment for me to lie in your arms." She winked at her mother mischievously and asked curiously: "Mom, I was always pestering you when I was a child. "Looking at you, am I very ignorant?"
Jiang Zhiyun hugged her daughter tightly and said in a tender tone: "You were always so well-behaved and sensible when you were a child, and you never let your mother have any problems. You were so young at that time, but you had already started to help me share the housework, but I..." Jiang Zhiyun's thoughts drifted back to those sad years, and she remembered that Fang Jiachen had just passed away. In those years, she was often immersed in the pain of losing her lover, so much so that she ignored her daughter Yuyan beside her. Looking back on those days now, Jiang Zhiyun felt an indescribable pain in her heart, as if she had returned to a world full of sadness and loss.
"Mom, are you missing Dad again?" Yu Yan gently stretched out her hand, trying to wipe away the tears sliding down her mother's cheeks. "Did you know? Mom," she whispered softly, "Dad actually didn't really leave us. He just stayed by our side and accompanied us quietly in another form."
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"Yuyan, how can you be so sensible?" Jiang Zhiyun hugged Yuyan tighter, "Do you know? If it weren't for you by my side, I might have followed your father long ago." < /p>
"Mom, please don't say that. Dad loves you so deeply. He must deeply hope that you will be healthy and happy." Yu Yan comforted her mother gently, "Mom, I can ask you something. Question?" She stared carefully at her mother's face.
"Of course, you can say it." Jiang Zhiyun responded in a soft voice.
"Mom, is Mr. Jiang Muzhi really my grandfather?" Yu Yan asked softly.
The smile on Jiang Zhiyun's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of seriousness, "No, he is not your grandpa. You have never had a grandpa, do you understand?"
"Mom, please tell me, what did grandpa do to make you so angry?" Yu Yan asked persistently.
"I tell you, you don't have a grandpa!" Jiang Zhiyun's voice suddenly became cold and hard, "If you want to recognize a rich grandpa, then the relationship between our mother and daughter will be severed." After saying that, she stood up from the bed, coughing violently.
"Mom," Yu Yan knelt on the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks silently, "please don't be angry. I really hope you can let go of your resentment towards grandpa and stop letting hatred torture yourself. Even if If dad is still alive, he will definitely not want to see you living in such pain."
Jiang Zhiyun slowly turned around, tears blurring her vision, and she stared at the rain and smoke, her ears closed. Fang Jiachen's gentle but firm voice seemed to be heard next to her: "Zhiyun, I don't want you to turn against your parents because of me."
Yuyan continued: "Mom, those things in the past The tragedy is irreversible, but grandpa really regrets it. He sincerely hopes you can forgive him. After all, he is your father by blood."