Leave the hospital.

My phone rang, it was a message from Lao Dao.

【How is it now?】

I laughed.

【Dao Zhang, don't play guessing games, can't you calculate everything? Is it interesting to see me in a hurry?】

【Hahaha...】

The other side responded with a long string of laughter, trying to cover up the awkwardness.

I went straight to the point and sent a photo of the yellow cloth bundle in my hand.

【Should I do as they say?】

【Heh! It's effortless, little girl, you should go back home immediately!】

"?"

Why should I go home? It's not time for the annual appointment yet.

The next second, Lao Dao's voice call interface popped up.

I heard a bunch of words coming out from the other side.

"...Did you understand? Go back home right away, to your parents' home! Your mother can be saved!"

"What!"

What does my mother have to do with this yellow cloth bundle? What does she have to do with this family!

"Hurry up, I'm almost at your doorstep."

My relationship with my mother is very strange.

In these ten years, I have only seen my mother ten times, and in those ten times, there is no physical contact allowed.

Clearly in my memory, my mother used to hold my hand and send me to school.

I can't remember what happened that made the distance between my mother and me grow.

I asked my father about the reason, and he just said that my mother loves me very much.

Since I can't see my parents, I simply announced to the outside world that they went abroad for business.

Took a taxi back to the old house.

This time the gate was wide open. Whenever I came home before, I would sneak in through the side door. Sometimes I even doubted if I was their biological daughter.

But my father emphasized many times that they love me, they just have to treat me this way.

I walked into the house.

My father, mother, and Lao Dao were sitting on the sofa, all looking at me intently.

This feels like being caught by the headmaster for early love. Their gaze is making my back tingle.

"What's happening?"

The next second, someone hugged me tightly.

The warm drops of water slid down my neck.

The woman above my head, my mother, spoke in a muffled voice.

"My precious, all these years, you have suffered."

I forcefully pushed my mother away. I dare not think. I haven't had physical contact with my mother for so many years.

Today, my mother, going against her usual behavior, hugged me. Could it be...

"Mom! What's wrong with you..."

My hands trembled, bowed my head, afraid to look at my mother's face.

I have never been so frightened before.

For these ten years, I haven't had a chance to get a good look at my mother. The bad news is coming so quickly.

Lao Dao interjected, "Your daughter is doing fine. Look, she's even dating someone. It's you who suffered, Madam!"

"You were a prestigious actress in the national theater back then. If not for this incident, you probably would have been famous overseas by now."

"You old fool, you have no emotional intelligence."

My mother wiped away her tears, turned her head to mock Lao Dao, and then pulled me back into her arms.

"I actually wanted to retire long ago. Even without my precious, I wouldn't have gone to work."

"My precious, from now on, I can see you every day. I can hold you every day, sleep and eat together."

I exclaimed with joy, "Mom! Your illness is cured!"

"Mom, can you tell me now, what illness did you have?"

Before my mother had a chance to speak, Lao Dao interjected again:

"Your mother's illness is because of you. Huh? You don't remember at all?"

My father patted Lao Dao's shoulder.

"Ping An had a fever of 39 degrees back then, her brain was almost fried. Like this, how can she remember anything?"

My mother glared at my father and retorted, "You also have no emotional intelligence."

Looking at these three people, chatting with each other, for some reason, even though they were speaking Chinese,

It felt like they were having a secret conversation.

I couldn't understand at all.