As she rummaged through the drawer, a dark yellow velvet-covered diary caught her attention. She didn’t know her mother kept a diary. She suddenly realized how little she knew about her mother. She picked up the thick, slightly yellowed diary. It was locked, with a small rusty lock. She sighed, about to put it back when a page slipped out and elegantly floated to the ground. She picked up the yellowed page filled with dense writing and couldn’t help but glance at it…
This is her mother. Tears surged suddenly, flooding her face. Qianchi knew she was crying, biting her lower lip hard, afraid of waking her mother. But her mother woke up, seeing her face covered in tears, anxiously asking: “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
She shook her head, unable to make a sound, letting tears crisscross her face. She hugged her mother tightly, like a wronged child.
Xia Qianchi began rushing to the hospital immediately after school every day. Her mother’s condition had stabilized, and the doctor said her anemia symptoms had improved.
One day, her mother suddenly asked her: “Does your father know about my hospitalization?”
While pouring water with her back to her mother, her voice was calm: “I called. His secretary said he’s currently on a business trip in the United States.” She didn’t turn to look at her mother’s face because she knew it would show disappointment.
In fact, she hadn’t called Xing Shiyao again. When she learned that the father she had called her own for nineteen years was actually someone else, she didn’t know how to face him.
She didn’t have much energy to think about this matter and forced herself not to dwell on it. Sometimes she thought that who her father was no longer mattered. She had a mother who loved her, and that was enough, wasn’t it? Since this was a secret in her mother’s heart, something her mother didn’t want to mention again, why should she insist on uncovering it? Let it remain hidden in the diary, gradually fading from memory with time.
Wang Fengyi coldly threw a stack of photos in front of him: “Take a look yourself!”
Xia Xinwei opened the door and saw Xing Shiyao’s tall figure, immediately excited: “Shiyao, is that you? How did you come?”
