After the effect of the anesthesia wore off, the pain started as a gradual sting and developed into intermittent throbs. Qin Mei tried hard to endure the pain silently, but tears rolled down uncontrollably.
Mother Qin watched her daughter in distress, her heart aching terribly, and she began to rub her hand and recount memories from her childhood to adulthood, gradually capturing Qin Mei's attention...
When Wang Jing entered, she happened to hear Mother Qin reminiscing about Qin Mei's middle school days, her minor conflicts with classmates, her obsession with scores, which boy walked her daughter home...
As she listened, Wang Jing's tears began to fall uncontrollably. If her mother was still alive, would she also remember every little detail of her life? Her aunt dearly loved her, but could anyone ever replace the place a mother holds in a child's heart?
After drying her tears and observing Qin Mei's expression, she quietly retreated, not wanting to interrupt such a warm scene.
