Yichen's mother slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on him. A weak but gentle smile touched her lips.
"Son… you came."
"Yes, Mom," Yichen whispered, his voice trembling with relief. "Let's go to the hospital right now."
But she reached out with her frail hand, patting his head softly. "No. You should rest first. You must be tired from the long journey. I'm just… happy to see you."
Tears slipped down Yichen's cheeks as he bent forward and kissed her hand. "Mom, don't overthink. You always worry yourself sick. Please, let me take care of you."
"I'm okay," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "Go and rest for now."
Just then, her old friend entered the room with quiet steps. "Yichen, you must be hungry. Come eat something."
He quickly wiped his tears and shook his head. "No, Aunt, I'm fine."
"Then at least go and rest in your room," she said kindly.
"I want to stay with Mom," Yichen protested.
