"Auntie." Hua Jun held onto her frail shoulders, speaking earnestly to comfort her: "You must hold on. You're not left with nothing. You still have your grandson—he is your closest kin."
"That's right, Yanyan." Ye Binyi's pale lips moved slightly, and her heart, which had turned to ashes, lit up once more. She subconsciously grabbed Hua Jun's hand. "Yanyan is Jinghuai's bloodline, a child of our Jiang Family."
"Ah Jun, it was you who reminded me."
"How could Yanyan be controlled by that vixen? I'll bring him back." Thinking about her time in the hospital, and the memorial service for Jinghuai when Yanyan hadn't shown up, Ye Binyi's heart ached intensely.
But then she thought again: He's just a small child—what does he understand?
It must be that heartless woman, Tian Sangsang. She must have stopped Yanyan from coming. Not letting him attend Jinghuai's memorial service was bad enough, but she even hid the news of her hospitalization from Yanyan, preventing him from visiting her.
