"Mom...."
Meng Yunhan opened her eyes to look at her son, "You're back, go rest early!"
Yun Mingrui sat by the bed, "Mom, how are you feeling?"
Meng Yunhan showed a smile, "Mom is fine, I'm doing very well, you don't have to worry."
Yun Mingrui knew that with dad around, mom would definitely get better, but deep down he was still worried about her.
"You should go rest early, and arrange your work reasonably." Meng Yunhan's voice was tender but slightly hoarse.
Only then did Yun Mingrui reluctantly return to his room.
A few days ago, after sending off Grandma Li, he suddenly felt sentimental.
His parents would age one day, as would his grandfather.
They would all leave him eventually.
Since he was young, you could say his grandfather raised him.
The companionship and education given by his mother.
The ability to protect himself, taught by his father.
