Qiao Jiaying is still wearing the street clothes that Officer Song helped her buy when she was released from prison.
Brand names? She hasn't worn them in a long time.
"I used to hate you too," Jian Xi said.
Qiao Jiaying's hand shook as she received the bag.
"Now I feel that other than life and death, everything else is trivial. Qiao Jiaying, I never thought we'd have a day of reconciliation."
"Before, I'm sorry…"
"Change your clothes, and then we'll head to the hospital."
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At the hospital, Qiao Yonghui had just finished receiving fluid and woke up; he already sensed his time was short.
What he wanted most to see now was, of course, his beloved daughter Jian Xi.
Sure enough, once he opened his eyes, he saw Jian Xi, and he smiled kindly: "Xiao Xi is here."
"Yes. Dad, how are you feeling today?" Jian Xi, along with Aunt Yang, adjusted the bed to make Qiao Yonghui more comfortable.
