Qiao Mo, together with Xu Wan, made their way to Qiao Yun's hospital room.
From afar, they could hear laughter emanating from the room, a stark contrast to the usual gloomy silence.
Qiao Mo slowed her steps and gradually halted at the door.
Through the glass window on the door, she clearly saw Qiao Yun wearing a light yellow dress, looking full of life and vigor, unlike her previous sickly state.
Her face was elaborately made up, not pale as before, but rather like a vibrant butterfly.
She twirled around on the floor, her steps still somewhat unsteady, yet her skirt flew up as she laughed heartily.
"Mom, do you think I look good in this dress? Will Nancheng like me?" Qiao Yun asked with a face full of smiles.
Yang Peiyun, with her back to the door, looked at Qiao Yun with tenderness: "He will, he will. Our Xiao Yun is so beautiful, of course he will like you."
"Do you think he will marry me?"
"He will, he definitely will."
