"Madam, what's wrong?"
Hearing the sound of a medicine bowl shattering, Ye Ao on the bed also looked over.
But after looking over, that figure became as stiff as Xia Wei, unable to move.
Because the figure at the doorway, smiling, was far too familiar to him, a person unforgettable in life.
"Mother, Father!"
Ye Chen looked at his beautiful mother in front of him, then at his father sick on the bed not far away. Even with the calm mindset that could face threats from the emperor clans without wavering, a great wave was stirred in him in the presence of his dearest parents.
"Chen'er, is it really you?" Xia Wei looked at her son's figure in front of her, reaching out with a trembling hand, yet afraid this wasn't real, her hand quivered.
But Ye Chen reached out and grabbed her hand, the warmth and strength made Xia Wei realize this was real, not an illusion.
"My son, my dearest Chen'er, you have finally come back."
