Actually, Ning Xia already knew the answer to this question without her needing to respond.
Just now at the bar, seeing her in that state, it was as if she was looking at herself during the time she had experienced heartbreak.
No matter how much Jiang Mingxia appeared to handle things with ease on the surface, deep down, she had never truly let them go—and Ning Xia was the same.
No wonder they were mother and daughter…
Ning Xia gently helped her sit up, letting her lean against the headboard, and placed a pillow behind her back to make her more comfortable.
She looked at her for a moment, was silent for two seconds, and then spoke in a quiet voice, "Mom, do you want me to get checked? And even… if my kidney happens to match, do you want me to donate it?"
Jiang Mingxia finally lifted her head and met Ning Xia's gaze. Her lips moved slightly as she spoke, "No, I have never thought about that."
