"Mom, I heard you haven't been sleeping well lately. This is a bath oil I asked a friend abroad to bring back. It's said to have a soothing and calming effect. You can try adding it to your bath before bed tonight."
Wen Qinghe handed a beautifully packaged little box to the woman who was wrapped in a blanket and sunbathing.
These days, Lin Yingru has been working in the fields and comes out to bask in the sun for a while every day.
Having found her son and resolved her inner conflict, she now eagerly anticipates his and her daughter-in-law visiting her every day.
If life gets better slowly like this, then it can be considered a blessing.
But Yan Zhenyue's face grew uglier day by day, and no one knew better than him that his wife was already at her last gasp.
I can't sleep every night because of the pain.
Yesterday, he told his two children about it, his voice choked with grief.
He just hoped that his two children could come and keep his wife company every day in her final days.
Lin Yingru smiled and took the little girl's hand. "Okay, if Qingqing brought it, it must be something good. I'll try it tonight. I'm already very happy that you came to see me."
She knew in her heart that these things were of no use to her, but at least they were the child's kind gesture.
Wen Qinghe felt slightly relieved, as the essential oil was extracted and condensed from the spring water in her space at a ratio of 100:1.
The effects were uncertain, so only one 50ml bottle was extracted.
So, when you take a bath, you can pour some in and dilute it. Although it's not as good as soaking directly in spring water, it shouldn't be much different.
She didn't know if the spring water would be of any use to Lin Yingru, but this was the mother that Ayan had been longing for, and she wanted to stay with him and protect her.
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In the bathroom.
Yan Zhenyue first tested the water temperature in the bathtub before walking to the bedside and carrying his wife inside.
During the day, women always try to get out of bed and walk around more.
But every night when he served his wife by washing her, she would tremble in pain whenever he touched her calves.
He was both annoyed and heartbroken. He was annoyed that she didn't care about her own health. He was heartbroken that even though she was in pain, she insisted on going to the yard every day to bask in the sun and wait for others.
Only Lin Yingru herself knew how much she cherished the days she lived under the sun, free from the smoke of war.
The family was reunited safely, and the physical pain she endured only served to remind her that she was now truly happy.
"Brother Yue, I never dreamed we would live like this. It seems that God has been kind to us."
A peaceful smile appeared at the corner of Lin Yingru's eyes.
Yan Zhenyue lowered his eyes, concealing the sorrow within them, and gently massaged his wife's calves while saying softly, "Don't worry, good days are ahead. Our family will definitely be happy for a long time."
The woman's eyes dimmed almost imperceptibly, a warmth welling up within them. Afraid her husband would notice, she smiled and said:
"Oh right, Qingqing gave me a bottle of essential oil today. Before she left, she told me to definitely try it. Could you please bring it to me? I've never used such a good thing before."
"good."
As Yan Zhenyue got up to get the essential oil, Lin Yingru quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
She sighed inwardly, realizing that getting older really does make one more sentimental.
Back when she was a teenager and went into battle for the first time, the long sword of the Red Sun almost pierced her heart. She was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes, but she managed to force them back.
Now that life is peaceful and comfortable, she can no longer control her emotions.
Thinking this, the man brought in a small glass jar.
Yan Zhenyue didn't know how to use it, so he simply handed it to his wife.
Lin Yingru opened the lid, and a refreshing lavender scent wafted out.
Whether it was psychological or not, just smelling it made Lin Yingru feel that her pain had eased a lot.
This stuff is so good, I wonder how much this small bottle costs.
She was a little reluctant to use it, so she only poured a few drops and then asked Yan Zhenyue to put it away.
The entire bathroom was filled with the fragrance of lavender, the water temperature was comfortable, and my ailments seemed to have been mostly relieved.
For the first time ever, Lin Yingru slept soundly through the night.
I felt like I was soaking in a hot spring all night, with my internal organs and even my bones feeling warm and cozy.
Unbeknownst to her, Yan Zhenyue woke up many times that night, each time reaching out to feel his wife's nose to see if she was still breathing.
Knowing that his wife often woke up and slept soundly at night due to pain, he, who has always been a light sleeper, had gotten used to taking care of her all night, getting up several times a night to wipe her sweat and change her clothes.
But last night he woke up several times, and when he habitually touched his wife's back, he found her skin dry and cool to the touch.
He immediately sensed something was wrong and sat up abruptly.
Under the dim bedside lamp.
The emaciated woman lay quietly on the bed, her hands resting on her abdomen. Although her eye sockets were sunken, a faint smile graced her lips as she drifted into sleep.
A sudden, overwhelming panic gripped him, and his trembling fingers reached out to touch the woman's nose.
No one knows how his heart was shattered and rebuilt in those few short breaths.
Only after feeling the woman's warm breath did he exhale heavily, his undershirt already soaked with cold sweat.
This anxiety repeated itself many times throughout the night.
As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the slightly sheer curtains.
In the courtyard, the rooster of the neighbor's comrade had already crowed proudly several times.
The woman on the bed twitched her eyelids before slowly waking up.
The first thing she saw was her unkempt, unshaven, and haggard-looking husband. Although she had seen many men like this before in the war zone, some were even more disheveled than this.
But at this moment, she couldn't help but chuckle, "Brother Yue, how did you become Uncle Yue in just one night?"
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