A figure seated in a wheelchair stopped in front of the bed. She was wearing a pristinely tailored qipao, her hair meticulously styled, gazing softly at the girl on the bed.
"Mom."
Bai Su walked to her side, softly calling out.
Having not left the backyard for twenty years, Yan Wanran turned her head upon hearing the sound, glanced at her son, then turned her gaze back, speaking slowly: "Just came from the ancestral hall?"
Bai Su sat down leisurely, nodded, "Mm."
Mother and son did not communicate much; Bai Su left her shortly after birth and was later taught by Bai Hechang. Over the years, the time they truly interacted could be counted on two hands.
But the bond of bloodline is irrefutable; even after years of not meeting, Yan Wanran still felt affection for Bai Su, especially people like them, who highly valued bloodlines.
"How long have you known her?"
