After observing Su Nian's expressions for a while, the two men hesitated before leaving the hospital room.
On the sickbed, Su Nian held her head tightly, her body trembling slightly, her emotions engulfed by chaotic memories, horrifying nights, and endless guilt.
"Mommy, are you okay?" Yiqiao's soft voice carried a fear of rejection.
Su Nian raised her head in confusion and gave him a glance, "Yiqiao?"
"Mommy, it's me, I'm Yiqiao." Yiqiao clambered onto the bed in a few steps, and gently cleaned the blood flowing from Su Nian's hand with a handkerchief.
Allowing Yiqiao to clean her hand, Su Nian turned her gaze towards Yixin, "Yixin?"
"Mommy, I'm here." A chubby little hand held Su Nian's other hand, "Mommy, don't be afraid, Yiqiao and I are with you."
As her heavy breathing gradually stabilized, Su Nian's emotions seemed to recover somewhat. Melissa quietly signaled to Vanke and Su Yue, leaving all the space to Su Nian and her two sons.
