Sitting beside Amu's bed, Linlang told him what happened today, "Actually, Madam Song is also a pitiful person. Maybe it's because I lost my mother when I was young, so I actually developed a kind of admiration for her."
"I'm not vain. I just wanted to be nice to Madam Song. I didn't expect to offend that woman and say something that upset Madam Song, causing her to become ill."
"For some reason, seeing her in pain, my heart is clenched. I will cure her and make her better, and wait for her daughter to come home."
But even if she is cured, what will she do next year? She cannot bear Su Jinrui's death.
Linlang sighed. It was really difficult. She would rather not know the result. It was too painful.
Thinking of her past life, Linlang said, "Amu, why don't good people have good results? On the other hand, those bad people can get what they want and be infamous forever."
"Mu, you must not give up. Even if the whole world abandons you, you still have me and the child. We need you."
"You can't be irresponsible and leave us, an orphan and a widow, to be looked down upon in the world, and let your son become a fatherless child and be bullied."
The more she spoke, the more pitiful she became. Linlang told Amu all the sufferings she had endured in her previous life in a hypothetical way, "So, you have to cheer up. Don't let us mother and daughter be left alone, with nowhere to go, and be bullied."
When Linlang wasn't looking, Amu's index finger moved.
"Okay, I'll let you sleep for another day or two. You'll have to get up after two days."
Linlang stood up and said, "I'm going to make dinner. My cooking is delicious, but it's a pity that you can only drink noodle soup. Get well soon, I'll make delicious food for you every day."
Amu was still lying there quietly.
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