When those words were spoken, everything around seemed to be paused, as if someone pressed the stop button.
Qin Haochen stood there in shock, his expression somewhat dazed. Did he just imagine that?
Old Mr. Ye seemed to have anticipated this moment. He first let out a sigh of relief, then a smile spread across his face as he quietly squeezed his wife's hand.
After Old Mrs. Ye spoke, it was as if she had been set free. She turned her head away, casually wiping away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and then led the way into the hospital, saying, "You all should head upstairs quickly; it's chilly outside."
Old Mr. Ye followed closely, turning back to Qin Haochen and saying, "Haochen, if you need any clothes, have someone bring them over. We have all the daily necessities here."
Qin Haochen remained rooted to the spot, still processing what had just happened.