After An Yin's mother completed her surgery, she stayed in the intensive care unit, still groggy from the anesthesia.
Under the instructions of the attending physician, An Yin went in to visit for a few minutes before coming out.
After a few days apart, An Yin noticed her mother had lost a lot of weight, looking noticeably haggard.
Upon exiting the intensive care unit, she leaned against a corner wall, curling up, with sobs continuously escaping from her mouth.
Su Yifeng quietly squatted by her side.
"Don't cry, Auntie wouldn't want to see you so upset," Su Yifeng spoke, his voice somewhat uneasy. Read full story at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Seeing her tear-stained face made Su Yifeng anxious, but even more, it broke his heart.
Time ticked by slowly.
The two of them seemed conspicuous in the hallway, catching the attention of passersby.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
Su Yifeng noticed her phone vibrating intermittently.
Seeing that she was unresponsive, Su Yifeng couldn't help but gently remind her, "Your phone's been ringing — maybe someone has something urgent to tell you."
He spoke softly, afraid to startle her.
Having squatted for a long time, An Yin's legs felt numb. Hearing the boy's clear voice, she slowly looked up.
A tear-streaked face met Su Yifeng's gaze, and he felt a flutter in his chest.
Under her tear-filled gaze, Su Yifeng felt a wave of awkwardness sweep over him.
"You should, you should answer it," Su Yifeng said, his words becoming oddly mumbled.
Even he didn't notice his ear tips and neck turn red at the moment her gaze fell on him, especially his ear tips.
Hearing his words, An Yin numbly took out her phone, just as the screen went dark, and the call was hung up.
Checking her phone, she saw missed calls from Jiang Keke.
A dozen missed calls.
She remembered planning to have a meal with her earlier, but she had left suddenly.
An Yin opened WeChat and edited a message to send.
After taking care of this, An Yin wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks with her slender fingers and looked at the boy beside her with clear eyes.
She couldn't recall ever meeting him.
Seeing her puzzled look, Su Yifeng quickly introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Su Yifeng, I'm a senior student studying finance."
"Hel-, hello, I'm An Yin." An Yin responded belatedly, her voice a bit hoarse, shyly, "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital."
"You're welcome," Su Yifeng replied hastily, realizing his awkwardness and trying to cover it by pretending to scratch his head.
The atmosphere between them was quite awkward, and neither said a word.
Seeing her drooping her head again, looking dejected, Su Yifeng cautiously suggested, "There's a seat up ahead, would you like to sit for a while?"
Hearing his suggestion, An Yin's eyes moved slightly. Seeing him hunched beside her, she felt embarrassed, "Okay."
Seeing her agree, Su Yifeng stood up first, enduring the numbness and pain in his feet, and walked over.
An Yin leaned against the wall to slowly stand up, while Su Yifeng resisted the urge to help her.
In her view, they were strangers, and making an abrupt move might cause her to dislike him, so Su Yifeng dared not act rashly.
In the following days, An Yin stayed at the hospital.
Since An Yin's mother had been moved to a regular ward, An Yin took care of everything herself.
During this time, Su Yifeng would occasionally bring fruits and meals, prompting An Yin's mother to look at her daughter with hesitation several times.
Jiang Keke had also visited An Yin's mother once and left after a brief chat.
The regular ward housed four patients, and the presence of family members occasionally made it crowded.
However, there was a curtain between the patients, avoiding some unnecessary awkwardness.
An Yin's mother lay on the hospital bed, her hand receiving an IV drip, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at her daughter.
At this moment, An Yin sat on a stool, her hands resting on the edge of the bed, head nestled there, fast asleep, undisturbed by the surrounding noise, with dark circles under her eyes, evidence of several sleepless nights.
It was all because of her uncooperative body.
An Ying reflected with guilt.
Meanwhile, a TV hung on the wall opposite was broadcasting the finance channel.
On the screen, a female host was interviewing a middle-aged man, who sat by her side in a black coat, exuding an air of sophistication.
The host joked that although he was in his forties, he looked quite youthful.
After a few pleasantries, they began introducing his business empire.
An Ying was listening intently.
"Ms. An, please be careful, your IV line is backflowing,"
The nurse's arrival interrupted An Ying's thoughts.
"Sorry," An Ying shifted her gaze from the TV, a tinge of sadness barely perceptible in her eyes.
An Ying looked at her hands, unknowingly clenched into fists, the veins on the back of her hands faintly visible. She glanced at the TV, where the man who was seated beside the host had disappeared.
Time seemed to have left no mark on him.
Gradually, An Ying became lost in her thoughts...
"Ms. An, your IV drip is complete for today; I'll remove the needle now." The nurse tried to remind her as she was engrossed, watching TV, "You need plenty of rest; it's best not to watch too much TV."
The nurse's voice was slightly loud, and An Ying nodded in acknowledgment, "Okay."
Seeing she understood, the nurse went over to attend to other patients.
After the nurse left, the worry on An Ying's face didn't lessen; instead, she focused entirely on An Yin's face.
At that moment, a familiar voice called out.
"Aunt An!" Su Yifeng's tall and handsome figure appeared in the ward.
His arrival drew the attention of the other patients in the ward, making Su Yifeng somewhat awkward.
"Young Su's here," An Ying saw nothing unusual in his visit.
During these days, despite her daily reminders that he didn't need to come so often, he didn't listen.
Even if An Ying were naive, she knew what was in his heart!
Matters of the heart are for young people to decide, An Ying didn't want to interfere too much in her daughter's affairs.
Everyone has been young once.
"An Yin is asleep," Su Yifeng said softly upon entering and seeing An Yin asleep.
"She's exhausted these days, let her sleep a while," An Ying replied softly, not wanting to wake her daughter.
Her voice was gentle, making it pleasant to hear.
Since the first time Su Yifeng saw An Yin's mother, he was amazed by her, and thinking again, how could the mother of such a graceful daughter like An Yin be plain-looking? However, he didn't expect An Yin's mother to be so stunningly beautiful.
It was a unique classical beauty of Jiangnan women.
Gentle, delicate, almost ethereal!
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