She smiled.
Her Yuan smiled.
The smile was bright and captivating, yet...
There were no dimples by the corners of those beautiful lips...
Dimples.
How could she forget, Yuan had dimples when she smiled.
Even as a child, those dimples were deep, sometimes even a slight smile while speaking would reveal them clearly.
But now, the smile before her was lovely, yet lacked the dimples she longed to see.
Ning Zitong seemed to deflate instantly, leaning back onto the bed.
Yan Xinxin, is it really Yan Xinxin?
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Seeing Ning Zitong suddenly look bleak, her complexion so poor, she approached with concern to inquire.
Ning Zitong shook her head, her eyes devoid of energy as she stared at the face so close.
Soon, her eyes became moist.
"Mom..."
"Mom, the doctors are here."
Mu Shaoqian pushed the door open, followed by two family doctors specializing in cardiology.
The doctor took out a stethoscope to examine Ning Zitong, and as he checked her, his brows furrowed.
