"..." The mother who had passed away two years ago was now sitting alive before her, particularly in her youthful form.
This appearance left Xia Yunsheng speechless with surprise.
Was she dreaming?
Mrs. Xia said, "Your dad heard you were sick and rushed back. He's on his way now, and I'm going to make dinner. You rest for a while, and I'll call you when it's ready."
"..." Xia Yunsheng lay on the bed, and everything before her seemed unreal, even quite illusory. She thought she might be dreaming.
It must be.
Otherwise, how could she possibly see her youthful mother, who was still taking care of her here?
This feeling was too familiar to her. After her father's death, she often had a dream where her father hadn't died, and her mother hadn't left. Her parents were always with her as she grew up, and now, she was dreaming about them again.
She lay on the bed, and the thought of it brought some bitterness to her heart.
