"Who are you? How did you get here? Are you injured? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

*

"You're so beautiful. Can you tell me your name? My name is Song Leqing, you can just call me Qingqing."

*

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Where are you from? Who else is in your family?

*

"Are you serious? You really want to be with me? That's great!"

*

"Ah... Mu... Mu Jia, my stomach hurts so much... so much, I... I don't want to give birth anymore, I don't want to... I want to... I want to go home..."

"Qingqing, hang in there a little longer. Our daughter will be out soon. After she comes out, the three of us can go home together, okay?"

*

"Qingqing, I'm going to buy groceries. What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm, I want to eat spicy chicken, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and braised pork ribs."

"Qingqing, you just gave birth, so you can't eat these things. Never mind, I'll just buy them myself."

"Ugh~ I don't care, I don't want it, I just want to eat spicy chicken, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and braised pork ribs."

"Okay, okay, I'll go buy it. Qingqing, you stay home obediently, okay?"

...

Seeing An Mujia kneeling on the ground, clutching her head, Song Yuli panicked.

"You...what's wrong? Are you alright, hey..."

But An Mujia did not answer her. The veins on her arms were bulging, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her expression was extremely ferocious. At this moment, An Mujia was lost in some kind of memory.

"Qingqing, Qingqing..."

Nangong Yu saw this scene clearly and, worried that Song Yuli would be hurt, he walked over quickly without saying a word and held Song Yuli in his arms.

"Honey, what's wrong with him?"

Song Yuli's face was full of worry.

Nangong Yu frowned. He was completely bewildered when he first saw An Mujia like this.

"I don't know either, let's call an ambulance."

Song Yuli nodded. Just as she took out her phone, An Mujia, whose face was contorted with rage, suddenly shouted out a name.

"Qingqing—"

Then, he fell directly to the ground, unconscious.

...

Outside of surgery.

Song Yuli sat silently in the chair, with Nangong Yu by her side the whole time, keeping her company.

"Don't worry, Uncle An will be fine."

Song Yuli nodded: "Yes, he'll be alright."

After a pause, she continued, "Husband, do you know? The name he called out before he fell into a coma was my mother's."

Nangong Yu pursed his lips, leaned down and kissed Song Yuli's hair: "Uncle An must still care about Mom."

Song Yuli bit her lip, feeling somewhat aggrieved: "Since he still cares about his mother, why didn't he go back to find her back then? His mother waited for him for so long."

Noticing that she was upset, Nangong Yu hugged Song Yuli tightly and comforted her in a low voice: "Something must have happened back then. I heard from Grandpa that Uncle An was in a coma for more than two years after he came back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the operating room door opened, and everyone crowded around, including Song Yuli.

"Bai Yong, how is my Mu Jia?"

An Shiquan's face was full of worry.

Although he usually acts like he dislikes Anmujia, in reality, he loves him more than anyone else because Anmujia is his only son.

Xing Baiyong took off his mask and smiled easily: "Uncle An, Mu Jia has really turned misfortune into blessing this time."

An Shiquan frowned: "Bai Yong, what do you mean?"