Lan Baozhen raised the head of her daughter's bed a bit higher.
Fang Lingwei smiled, "Mom, not too high, I'm still a bit dizzy."
Lan Baozhen's face beamed with pleasure as she chuckled, "Weiwei, let Mom brush your hair, which I washed with the caregiver yesterday. It still smells nice."
Fang Lingwei grinned, her demeanor still that of a girl in her twenties despite her age.
Lan Baozhen brushed and braided her daughter's hair, just as she had done when Xinzhou and Gu Xinzhou were children.
Soon, a sweet, pastoral-style braid was complete.
Fang Lingwei's features were delicate and refined; her bright eyes and shining teeth left her face looking youthful, frozen in time in the hospital, spared more than two decades of wear and tear, still bearing a trace of childish innocence.
"Beautiful!" exclaimed Lan Baozhen, overwhelmed with contentment, "My Weiwei is a great beauty!"
The doctor soon came, brought Fang Lingwei some eyedrops, and some ointment needed for her joints.
