"Uncle, Auntie."
It was Jiang Chen who took the initiative to greet them, his smile calm and polite, without any hint of bitterness or flamboyance.
Ai's mother seemed to hesitate to speak.
"Hello."
Ai's father spoke instead.
Jiang Chen had only spoken with Ai's mother once, from the beginning to the end of his relationship, and had never met Ai's father, but the man seemed aware of his existence.
Subconsciously, as he greeted him, Ai's father sized him up briefly before expressing his gratitude,
"Thank you for this time."
It was a gratitude that seemed natural, mixed with an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Ai's mother, who had never been fierce-looking and must have been beautiful to have given birth to Ai Qian, this woman who once disapproved of Jiang Chen, now had red-rimmed eyes and remained silent.
At the same time as she learned of her daughter's diagnosis of leukemia, a bolt from the blue, she must have also understood why her daughter was hospitalized in Capital City.