They were not mother and daughter, yet they were closer than a mother and daughter.
When the Yao Family came to dissolve the engagement, Lady Zhen was more heartbroken than her son.
This became her unfulfilled wish, which she hid during her regular days, but it surfaced uncontrollably after her dementia set in. She incessantly nagged, "Yaoyao, when are you going to marry her?"
"You mustn't call her an elderly lady anymore, you should start calling her mother!" Lady Zhen said like a child, her face serious.
The Yao family choked up with emotion and nodded: "Yes, mother."
Zhen Ping turned around, wiped away his tears with his sleeve.
"Ah!" Lady Zhen laughed happily.
Yao family placed her thin, frail hand into the blanket: "Be careful not to get cold."
"I'm not cold." Lady Zhen replied with a smile, thought about something, and with great difficulty raised her right hand to flip her left pillow.
"What do you need? Let me help." Yao family stood up and said.