As soon as Sheng Ning got up and left the room, she saw the person she and Yan Qingqing had just been talking about.
He was pacing nervously back and forth at the doorway.
Hearing the door open, Qi Wenyao, who had his back to her, stiffened and didn't even dare to turn around.
Sheng Ning watched his retreating figure and asked, "Fellow Daoist Qi, what's wrong?"
Hearing that it was Sheng Ning behind him, Qi Wenyao breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the fine beads of cold sweat from his forehead, and turned around.
"Fellow Daoist Sheng, it is you."
"My mother... is she alright?"
Qi Wenyao has never seen his mother since birth.
His father showed him a portrait of his mother, but a portrait is just a portrait, and the word "mother" remained unfamiliar in his mind.
Later, Sheng Ning and his group arrived, bringing hope to the Qi family.
He secretly went to see his father when his mother was being treated.
Seeing his mother's lifeless face on the icy bed, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.
Now that his mother has finally woken up, he should be happy, but instead he hesitates and stands at the door of his mother's room.
The phrase "feeling apprehensive as one approaches home" perfectly describes his current state.
Seeing the fearful expression on his face, Sheng Ning smiled slightly at him, "Madam Qi is fine, won't you go and see her?"
Qi Wenyao breathed a sigh of relief, his hands clasped tightly together, his expression hesitant. "I'm going to see her, it's just..."
Before he could finish saying "what is it," Qi Wenyao felt his body lighten and the scene before his eyes blurred.
When he opened his eyes again and saw the scene before him, he saw a familiar figure not far away.
My throat bobbed, and my mind went completely blank.
Qi Wenyao parted his lips slightly, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke softly.
"Hi, Mother."
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