Wei Xi took the bowl from Jun Qingyu's hand, "Mother, drink the porridge. There are a lot of tonics in it. You have slept for three days. You must get better as soon as possible."

The little guy's eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and his face was full of fear.

Afraid that my mother would leave.

I’m afraid that my mother will abandon them and not want them anymore, just like she did four years ago.

Qin Ye felt unhappy. He was suffering from the longing and sadness, the guilt towards his child, the loss of these years, and the memories and guilt towards Ling Yixing.

The multiple emotions were like huge rocks, weighing heavily on her heart.

He took the bowl with his slightly cool fingertips and took a sip.

Warm.

The slightly sweet medicinal taste fills the mouth, full of bitterness.

"I'm sorry, Xi'er, Ziye, four years ago, it wasn't that mother intentionally abandoned you. At that time, I had my own difficulties..."

Back then, Zong Zhengli joined forces with the Nanyuan Kingdom and surrounded Zong Zhengchen on the banks of the Wulan River. When the war broke out, Zong Zhengchen was doomed to die. In order to stop the war, to keep those soldiers alive, and for the sake of the overall situation, she had to do this.

When talking about the past, Jun Yuyang, Jun Yilin and Jun Qingyu who were standing nearby looked unhappy.

I feel guilty and ashamed and I can't face it.

What happened back then was caused by them. They felt guilty towards Qin Ye and the two children.

"We don't blame mom." The two children said sensibly, "No matter what happened back then, my brother and I have grown up. From now on, we will protect mom together with daddy and make sure no one dares to bully her."

"Yes, we..."

Ziye was nodding when he suddenly froze and looked up quickly, "Mom, you...you remember what happened in the past?"

The two children finally reacted at this time.

Qin Ye pursed his lips, smiled bitterly, rubbed their little heads gently, and looked up at Zong Zhengchen beside him.

Four years.

"Achen, I'm back."

A short, affectionate sentence, just six simple words, actually made Zong Zhengchen's eyes red. The thirty-year-old man was suddenly moved like a young boy.

Four years.

Finally, today has come. It's all worth it.

"Ye," he hugged her affectionately and kissed her forehead gently, "Although your uncle is gone, you still have me and us. Live well with his expectations and hopes. It is he who has prolonged your life. Only by living can you continue his life."

Qin Ye lowered his eyes, concealing the sadness in his eyes.

The deceased is gone, but she is too sad to let go. She did not see Ling Yixing for the last time, nor was she able to accompany him properly.

Between them, he had always given the most, but before she could repay him, he was already separated from her by the Yin and Yang, and he left so cleanly and completely, without even leaving her with a thought.

How does she let go?

However, for the sake of her own small family, she had to suppress her grief and force a smile:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."

Before, the blow was too great and I couldn’t accept it for a while, so I was in a coma for three days.

After regaining her memory, she still has a lot to do for Zong Zhengchen and her two children.

"Xi'er, Ziye, you have grown up so much. It's great, so great..." She smiled with tears in the corners of her eyes, and her mood was complicated.

"Ai Ai."

"I'm here!" Ai Ai hurried forward.

Qin Ye looked at her, "Where is my brother's resting place? I... want to go see him."

Ai Ai's nose felt sore, and she shed tears while choking, "Princess, I'll take you there now."