Cheng Youran could even clearly hear her sigh of relief, as if she had been holding that breath—even during the surgery—not daring to relax until she knew her child was out of danger and could finally ease up a little.
Her eyes, which had previously been open, now seemed too heavy to keep up, and slowly closed again.
"Don't worry," Cheng Youran gently rubbed the cool palm and back of her hand, "you'll get better."
"Mmm," Su Lu's eyes had already closed as she made a sound in acknowledgment from her throat.
It seemed as though she had fallen asleep.
Su Zhe was about to look at her medical records when he heard a weak call from the hospital bed, "...Brother."
Su Zhe didn't even know if she was awake or not, but he immediately leaned in, hunched over the bedside hurriedly responding, "Brother is here."
"Mmm..." Su Lu's corners of her mouth curled down slightly, showing a rare expression of grievance.