When Qingyin woke up, it was already late at night on the second day of her coma. An older, gentle woman was sitting by the bed, dozing off.
Qingyin immediately recognized Song, the original owner's biological mother.
Her voice was choked with emotion, and her throat was dry as she called out to Madam Song, "Mother."
Her voice was hoarse and pitifully soft; Qingyin even doubted that Song's mother could hear it at all.
But as if by telepathy, Song's mother suddenly woke up and looked at Qingyin, "Qingqing?"
The daughter, who was lying on the bed and was getting thinner and thinner, as if she had lost all her vitality, had opened her eyes.
"Qingqing!"
Fearing she was dreaming and had misread the situation, Song's mother couldn't help but call out uncertainly again.
Seeing her mother's utterly insecure expression, Qingyin tried to comfort her by forcing a comfortable smile, "Mother, I'm awake, really awake."
Now, Song's mother truly believed that her daughter had really woken up, since her daughter in the dream could only laugh but never speak.
Song's mother's eyes reddened, and she immediately reached out and hugged Qingyin, who was lying on the bed.
"You silly girl, you always make me worry. You really scared your mother to death this time."
Qingyin was somewhat stunned when Song's mother hugged her. Song's mother was the legitimate daughter of a prestigious family. Although she was beautiful, she was always calm and valued rules. Even when Song Qingqing was naughty as a child, she remembered to follow etiquette. But it was this very Song's mother who valued rules so much that, in Qingyin's memory, she hugged her in such a disheveled and direct manner, disregarding the rules.
Surrounded by the warm jasmine scent emanating from Song's mother, Qingyin suddenly felt a lump in her throat. This wasn't her own emotion, but rather the lingering emotion left behind by the original owner of this body after leaving.
It was as if she had returned to the side of her mother, whom she could truly trust and rely on. This woman, who was always proud to the core, became like a toddler learning to speak and felt genuinely wronged.
"Mother..."
"Why are you crying? You're awake, that's great news, why are you crying?"
With red eyes, Song's mother hugged her daughter for a while before finally letting go. Checking Qingyin's face, she realized that her daughter, who had just woken up, had unknowingly shed tears. Her eyes were full of heartache, and she gently wiped away her daughter's tears with her hand.
"Yes, I won't cry."
"I feel at ease as long as my mother is here."
Qingyin laughed.
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Outside, Liu Zhi, who had rushed over upon hearing that Qingyin had woken up, stopped in his tracks upon hearing the sounds coming from inside the house.
With her mother-in-law's arrival, Song Qingqing felt at ease.
So, Song's mother didn't come... Was she feeling uneasy?
Liu Zhi silently recited the answer in his mind, knowing it without needing anyone else to reply.
Hearing that her young mistress had finally woken up, Qinghe, who was waiting for the physician to brew medicine, hurriedly dragged the dozing physician towards Cui Leng Courtyard, where she happened to see Liu Zhi standing at the door.
She rolled her eyes and reluctantly stopped to give a perfunctory bow.
"This servant greets you, sir. But what are you doing standing guard at the door? I heard that the young lady has woken up, so I quickly brought the physician. Please make way for me, sir."
"Uh, let's go in."
...
The rooms in Cui Leng Courtyard weren't exactly soundproof; there was only one door separating them, allowing the mother and daughter inside to hear everything clearly.
Just hearing the voice, the mother and daughter had different expressions.
Qingyin lowered her eyebrows, her eyes indifferent, exuding an indescribable aloofness and indifference.
Meanwhile, Song's mother was filled with anger. Ever since she learned that Qingyin's physical ailments were all because of her son-in-law Liu Zhi, she had become extremely angry and resentful towards him.
If you don't like her daughter, then don't make things difficult for her, especially since her daughter has already given birth to a child.
"Qinghe, come in. As for Master Liu, he shouldn't come in, lest he be infected by Qingqing's illness." Madam Song said this in a sarcastic tone towards the door.
As soon as she finished speaking, Song's mother couldn't help but regret it. Before Qingyin woke up, she loved to tease Liu Zhi like that. Now that Qingyin has woken up, her daughter loves that boy Liu Zhi so much, she shouldn't feel sorry for him.
After thinking it over, she couldn't help but look at Qingyin.
Qingyin, receiving a look from her mother, asked, "………?"
Innocent and naive.
"What's wrong, Mother?"
Song's mother asked cautiously, "If I... I said that about that brat Liu Zhi, you won't..."
Qingyin interrupted Song's mother, lowering her eyes to hide the disgust in them, and said with a desolate smile, "I was seriously ill this time, which is equivalent to dying once."
"Hey, what are you saying, girl! What do you mean by dying? If we're awake, then we're cured."
Song's mother patted her daughter's shoulder and said in a somewhat stern tone.
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