Su Ran buried her face in the man's chest, sucking in the familiar fresh scent from his body as the storm inside her gradually calmed.
"I'm fine, I've gotten used to it after all these years."
Her voice, muffled and coming from Fu Qiyuan's embrace, was a bit hoarse and dry.
"But it still disappoints you, doesn't it?"
Su Ran's body stiffened slightly, her eyelashes trembling as the hand hanging by her side gradually clenched tighter.
Yes, disappointment!
The woman lying on the hospital bed was her mother, how could she not be disappointed?
Decades passed day by day, slowly eroding her expectations, and the higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
She had made up countless excuses to convince herself, but reality always shattered her illusions.
Ruthlessly, without leaving any wiggle room!
A pang of pain suddenly shot through Su Ran's heart!
"Your mother loves you so much, she won't leave you behind."