Ever since Yan Sijue had grown his wings, he sent people back to the Ghost Market to search for traces of his mother from back then, even if it was the confirmation of her death... However, with the Ghost Market being a mix of various people, who are constantly on the move, a frail woman from back then couldn’t possibly have left any trace, so they always ca up with nothing.
But Yan Sijue never completely withdrew his n from that area. This was the first ti in so long that he received definite news, and it was fantastic news that his mother was still alive!
The subordinate’s report was quite detailed, and Yan Sijue couldn’t help but tremble as he held the mouse. Mu Yiliang covered his hand with hers and scrolled down the page little by little.
It was only at this mont that she learned the na of Yan Sijue’s mother, Lan Yueru. It sounded like a very gentle na.
As the page scrolled down, the joy on Yan Sijue’s face gradually faded, turning into bitterness: "...In my heart, I had long accepted her death because I always thought that if she were alive, she couldn’t possibly not send any ssage. Even though the Yan Family has the Old Man, in these years I have made a na for myself, if she had seen this, she wouldn’t worry that I couldn’t protect her... But there was never anything, so I thought she must have been gone long ago..."
Mu Yiliang also saw the content above, and her heart sank.
"It turns out she forgot she had a son because she lost her mind long ago..." The man’s voice was sowhat stiff, "I can’t believe I only found out now."
"Si Jue, don’t be like this..." Mu Yiliang said softly, "No matter what, she is still alive, and you are no longer the little boy who needed her protection. No matter what happens with her, you will have a way, right?"
Yan Sijue was stunned for a long ti before nodding: "You’re right, I will cure her, no matter what the cost!"
"It says above that she is currently in S City... Shall we go and bring her back?" Mu Yiliang looked at him.
Yan Sijue softly said yes, still a little dazed. Mu Yiliang hugged him and didn’t speak, just quietly stayed with him as he digested this news.
This man has already taken on too much, borne too many burdens, and encountered too many adversities... Finally, fate has shown him a bit of kindness, giving him a chance to make up for all those dark years, and she will always be by his side.
It’s unknown how long it took before Yan Sijue finally moved. He pressed her onto his lap: "...Were you holding a coffee just now?"
Mu Yiliang felt a mix of amusent and exasperation: "Yes, but unfortunately, it got spilled by you, most of it over yourself. Don’t you feel it’s hot? Also, your carpet is ruined, isn’t this an Italian hand-woven wool carpet? Such a pity."
She looked with distress at the stain at the doorway.
Yan Sijue frowned: "Did you get burned?" He said this while holding her hand and, seeing the red mark on her wrist, frowned even more deeply, "Why didn’t you say anything sooner?"
"It doesn’t hurt too much..."
"Nonsense! Freshly brewed coffee is certainly scalding!" He glared at her fiercely, carried her back to the bedroom, and went through the chaos of applying dication and changing clothes.
Mu Yiliang had no choice but to let him fuss over her. Once things finally cald down, the man held her, seemingly still unable to believe: "Did I just tell you that my mother is still alive?"
"Yes indeed." Mu Yiliang couldn’t help but smile, "Young Master Yan, you’re not dreaming. Your mother is truly still alive, and she’s waiting for you to see her."
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