"...Alright."
His voice trembled as he responded, stood up from his seat, walked over to Mingxing, and bent down halfway, gazing deeply at the woman in the wheelchair.
Their mother-son relationship in this life ended here.
Liu Yi took a syringe from his pocket, his hand steady, and calmly drew the liquid inside with the needle.
As he did these things, tears kept falling, wetting the back of his hand.
The transparent liquid was slowly injected into Mingxing's vein, and at that moment, it severed all her pain.
The pain and all sensations in her body slowly eased, and her consciousness drifted into nothingness.
Mingxing leaned on the wheelchair and whispered, "Xiaoyi, thank you."
Liu Yi held her hand, buried his face in her arms, "In our next life, we'll still be mother and son."
A faint smile appeared on Mingxing's pale face, with a touch of nothingness, "Alright."
"You are the best mother in this world."
"You are also the best child in the world."
