Yin’s mother sighed. Dr. Wang had told her all this before they began, but three months had passed, and young Li was still the same, occasionally even falling into a coma.
She looked up at the room full of photos of Chen Jing.
These were all things Yin Li had made with his own hands five years ago.
As a mother, with her son seriously ill and almost fanatically obsessed with a woman, her feelings were complicated.
But when she learned that this woman had stimulated her son’s will to live, which he hadn’t had in over a decade, she thought, what does it matter if he’s obsessed? As long as her son could live, she’d be willing to be a slave to that woman.
“Don’t worry,” Dr. Wang advised, “After all these years, this is the final stage. Give them more time and believe in the young master.”
His gaze swept over the bedside cabinet’s photo of Chen Jing, smiling brightly, optimistically comforting Yin’s mother, “For Miss Chen’s sake, the young master will definitely pull through.”
Yin’s mother’s eyes reddened, her fingertips gently touching the glass cover: “Let’s hope so.”
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At the Jiang family—
Chen Jing sat up from the bed, drenched in sweat, covering her forehead and breathing heavily, shocked by the information that suddenly rushed into her brain, looking bewildered.
She had actually dreamed… that the reason she traveled into her own book, became the female lead falling in love with the male lead, was to save someone?
A man from the real world whom she had never met but who had secretly been in love with her?
…Young Master Yin, Yin Li?
Just then, Jiang Dongling pushed the door open. Seeing her appearance, he was stunned and quickly walked over, wiping her sweat with his sleeve and asking softly, “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”
Chen Jing pursed her lips, looking at him with complicated eyes.
Chapter 22: Snake Disease 4 “Don’t be afraid, Guo’er. Dreams are the opposite and can’t be taken seriously.” Jiang Dongling held her in his arms, tenderly kissing her pale lips and gently stroking her hair, comforting her: “Be good, I’m here. I’ll protect you, okay?”
Chen Jing buried her face in his neck, too complicated to speak.
