When he returned to the hospital room, Jiang Xiangyang’s face showed a faint smile. He brushed away a strand of hair from his mother’s forehead. In just a few months, her hair had turned almost completely white, and her weight had drastically decreased. The doctor had warned him that she likely wouldn’t last much longer.
Jiang’s mother sighed and extended her frail hand. He held it, pressing it against his face and gently caressing it, worry etched on his brow. He held her hand cautiously, afraid that if he let go, she would leave him.
No matter how arrogant or cold he was, there was always a soft spot in his heart. His mother was Jiang Xiangyang’s fatal weakness, the center of his emotions.
So after losing this softness, Jiang Xiangyang began a new life. Six years later, he had exceeded his own expectations and established his territory in Macau.
The woman standing quietly at the door had not changed at all in six years, still as serene as when they first met.
After his tumultuous career, what about the woman who had once promised to walk with him?
Chapter Thirty-Two: I’ll Accompany You in Sorrow Finally getting through the Gregorian New Year, Jing Xin could breathe a sigh of relief. She hoped the days would pass quickly without incident. Fortunately, Jiang’s mother had safely survived Christmas and New Year’s. In a little over a month, it would be the lunar New Year. Jing Xin silently prayed for more mercy and that they could spend a reunion year together.
The night outside was heavy and dense, the sky a deep blue like ink. The cold seeped into the room, making it slightly chilly. Jing Xin got up and gently closed the window.
Jiang’s mother looked at the couple before her, feeling content. She knew her days were numbered but felt no regret. A good girl would take care of her son after she was gone. What more could she ask for? She had spent another year with her son.
