Fang Lin's throat tightened at the sight. She bit her lip, unsure if stepping closer would soothe or unsettle her auntie/friend further. Instead, she turned away slightly, blinking back the sting in her eyes.
'She's awake and that's what matters. That's enough. For now, that's enough.'
The hours that followed blurred together in hushed movements. Jin Shuren arranged for Yueyao's transfer back home, bypassing the protests of the medical staff with quiet authority.
By nightfall, she was settled once again in the familiar quiet of her bedroom, away from the antiseptic chill of the hospital.
As Jin Shuren put her to bed, she noticed the familiar not so familiar portraits around the bedroom, she had even noticed others hanging around the sitting room walls.
"Woow! I never thought I took those pictures there, but they look beautiful!" These images were what Jin Shuren had snapped secretly but they really beautiful and from a good angle.
