"Sister, go in and see him." Gan Min said with a smile.
Xie Wanyun only felt that he was stepping on two balls of cotton. Even after entering the bedroom and sitting down in front of Jin Bai's bed, he still felt a little unreal.
"Mother." Jinbai's eyes were bright and full of smiles, and she stretched out her hand from under the quilt.
Xie Wanyun reached out and held Jinbai's hand. The little hand was icy cold, so she put it against her face.
"Mom, don't be sad, I'm fine. I used to have several attacks every year, but now I haven't had one in a long time. I'm almost well, really." Jin Bai took her hand and shook it, coaxing her sensibly.
Big tears fell from Xie Wanyun's eyes. This was her child, her own child.
Her child was thrown into the snow as soon as he was born, and she had been searching for him in past and present lives but could never find him.
It was like countless thin, dense needles constantly pricking her heart, causing pain, itchiness, warmth, and aches, making her want to laugh out loud and cry uncontrollably.
"Mom, don't cry, I'm really fine, I'll get up right away..." Seeing her crying, Jin Bai suddenly became anxious and wanted to sit up from the quilt.
"Don't move." Xie Wanyun's throat stiffened. He reached out and pressed his shoulders, letting him lie back in the quilt.
"Your illness is not cured yet, so take good care of yourself first." Jinbai, I'm sorry, mother can't recognize you now, but mother will love you well.
Jinbai's eyes sparkled, the corners of her mouth curled up, and her voice was soft and sticky, "Mom, can you tell me a story?"
Lying in her mother's arms and falling asleep listening to stories has always been Jinbai's dream.
"Tell a story?" Xie Wanyun was stunned for a moment. She didn't know how to do it! But Jin Bai looked so expectant, how could she refuse?
She tucked the quilt in for him again and said softly, "What story do you want to hear, Jin Bai?"
"It's all fine." Jin Bai smiled sweetly.
Xie Wanyun thought for a moment and said, "Okay, mother will tell you a story."
She told stories about her childhood at Blue Moon Pass and the heroic Xie family army, and Jin Bai listened with great interest.
Neither of them heard the door open. Yan Suizhi stood quietly outside the door, watching the scene in the room with tenderness in his eyes.
He received a message from Gan Min, knowing that Jin Bai's cold had recurred. He hurriedly dealt with his affairs and returned to the mansion as fast as he could. Gan Min was waiting for him at the mansion gate and told him that Xie Wanyun already knew Jin Bai's life experience.
Yan Suizhi was overwhelmed with emotions. After hiding it for so long, he couldn't hide it anymore.
Without asking any more questions, he hurried to the bedroom and saw this warm scene. He couldn't bear to interrupt them, so he stood quietly outside the door.
Xie Wanyun's back was slender and graceful, her voice gentle as a spring breeze. Her shimmering eyes were sparkling, overflowing with happiness and attachment.
Yan Suizhi's eyes became moist.
Jinbai listened to the story with a smile on her face and fell into a deep sleep again.
Xie Wanyun couldn't get enough of looking at her child's peaceful sleeping face. The feeling of happiness made her want to cry.
She finally stood up reluctantly, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Yan Suizhi.
Their eyes met, and thousands of words were exchanged in an instant.
The two of them came to Yan Suizhi's study. Qingshu served them tea and then quietly left.
The dense aroma of tea surrounded the two of them, and Yan Suizhi's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were a little blurred in the mist.
"Mianmei, I know you have many questions, but there are some things I can't tell you right now. I can only say that when I learned you gave birth that day, I was worried, so I waited outside the mansion, hoping to hear that you and your child were safe. The weather was so cold, I kept walking around outside the courtyard wall, and as a result, I found Jinbai. By then, he was frozen blue and purple, and he was almost dead. I couldn't bear it, so I brought him home and asked a doctor to treat him. Fortunately, he didn't die. He was eventually rescued, but he suffered from a cold. When he was a little older, I asked a master to teach him martial arts, just wanting him to be stronger. With God's blessing, his condition has improved a lot in the past two years."
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