"Yuan'er? Yuan'er wake up!"
A gentle call sounded in my ears, with a hint of anxiety.
Su Qingyuan opened her eyes suddenly, and the dazzling sunlight made her squint subconsciously. What comes into view is the familiar green gauze tent, with the faint fragrance of orchids lingering on the tip of the nose. This is... Her boudoir in the Su family?
She stiffly raised her hands, which were white and slender, without blood or scars, and full of the vitality of a girl. She sat up suddenly and looked around. The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as in her memory when she was sixteen: on the dressing table was the jade comb given to her by her mother, on the wall was a half-embroidered orchid sketch she had done, and on the table was the unfinished "Sherlock Holmes".
"Yuan'er, are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?" Shen Manyun sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her forehead worriedly, "Your face is so white, and your forehead is covered with sweat."
Mother? !
Su Qingyuan looked at Shen Manyun in front of her. She was wearing a simple and elegant moon-white cheongsam. Her hair was pulled into a simple bun. She had a gentle smile on her face and no wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She was exactly what she looked like when she was sixteen!
"Mother..." Su Qingyuan's voice trembled, and she hugged Shen Manyun, tears bursting out, "Mother, you are still alive! You are really alive!"
Shen Manyun was stunned by her daughter's sudden move, then patted her back gently and comforted her softly: "Silly child, of course mother is alive. Are you afraid yesterday when you heard that you were going to remarry and go to Shanghai?"
