The elderly couple talked for what seemed like ages before they finally unraveled the knots in Mrs. He's mind and reached a heartfelt consensus. Regardless of whose child Ye Jiu was, as long as he still recognized them as his parents, he would forever be their child.
By the time Mrs. He finally lay down on the kang bed peacefully, she suddenly remembered, "Oh, that's right, Xiaojiu came to see me tonight, but I was too scared to meet her and had someone send her away."
"It's alright, Little Jiujiu has always been close to you. Just coax her well in the morning, and she won't blame you," Old Man Ye comforted.
"No, that won't do. I'm not at ease; I need to see my daughter," Mrs. He said, getting ready to step off the kang to put on her shoes, not hesitating for a moment.
"Enough already, it's the middle of the night, and Xiaojiu must be resting. If you go now, you'll disturb her sleep!" Old Man Ye held her back.
