Her lips were trembling as she stared at Shen chengjing, her eyes filled with love.
"Mom!" Shen chengjing called out.
"AI." Lin Qinghui responded and struggled to sit up. Shen chengjing helped her sit up and poured her a glass of warm water to moisten her throat.
"Are you hungry? There's some porridge here that grandma brought. It's been kept warm. Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat some. You'll only have strength after eating. " As she spoke, she got up and walked to the side. She came back with half a bowl of porridge.
She lowered her head and blew on it, then handed it to Lin Qinghui, wanting to feed her.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Shen chengjing saw that she was crying and quickly reached out to wipe her tears with a tissue.