It wasn't long before Yang Ming's mother came into the room; she was there to relieve Yang Qiu. "Xiaoqiu, go have your meal."
Seeing that her mother called her to eat, Xiaoqiu stood up. "Okay, Sister, I'll go have my meal first."
"Yes, go ahead." Wang Xiangxiang nodded; the family was probably afraid she was still not thinking straight, and they planned to take turns watching over her. However, she felt a warm sensation in her heart.
"Mother, there's no need to keep an eye on me; I'm really fine now, I've accepted what happened."
"My girl, it's good that you've come to accept it. There are still many days ahead," Yang Ming's mother continued to console her.
"Yes, mother, rest assured, I won't seek death again." This might have been the most foolish thing she had ever done in her life, but because of it, she had gained the most precious kinship. "Mother, is the person who saved me still in our home?"
