Ji Hong thought the scene before her eyes was a hallucination. She rubbed her eyes and saw her daughter, Ji Mo, lying on the bed, truly opening her eyes. Everything before her wasn't an illusion but a reality unfolding.
"Daughter..." Ji Hong hurriedly took a few steps forward, arrived at Ji Mo's bedside, and firmly grasped her daughter's hand, with old tears coursing down her face.
Upon seeing this scene, Lin Qianbing couldn't help but be moved. She turned to look at Chu Yang beside her. Her icy gaze softened slightly as she whispered, "Thank you."
"Hm? What did you say?" Chu Yang looked at Lin Qianbing, not having heard what she had just said.
Lin Qianbing, remaining cold, said, "It's nothing."
Ji Hong wiped away her tears, composed herself, and after comforting her daughter, she approached Chu Yang, "Mr. Chu... I am truly very grateful to you."
"I... I really don't know what to say..."
"If you have any conditions, I will do my best to fulfill them."