It was night in a flash, and Jiang Hongmin still showed no signs of waking up. Meng Yao sighed and tucked in the quilt for Jiang Hongmin.
Rong Yan stood quietly aside, his eyes following Meng Yao closely.
The concern and worry in Meng Yao's eyes did not seem fake. This was the first time she showed such real and direct emotions. It was as if this world was also charming and capable of holding her.
How long will it take for me to hold her tightly...
"It's getting late, Yaoyao, you and Ah-Ying should go and have some rest. I've asked Aunt Zhang to tidy up the room. I'll be watching over your mother here."
Meng Yupu came over and put a cup of warm water on the table.
Meng Yao didn't move, still couldn't let go of Jiang Hongmin.
"I usually take care of your mother. No one knows her better than me. Besides, if you stay with her like this all night, I wonder how distressed she will be when she wakes up. Yaoyao, go back and have a rest."
Meng Yao stood up and said, "Dad, call us if you need anything."
"good."
Meng Yupu escorted the two of them out of the room.
The temporary resting place was a guest room, which was cleaned up. Originally, Meng Yupu wanted Meng Yao and the others to go to the room where the original owner had lived, but Meng Yao refused with various reasons, such as there were too many "collections" in the room and it was difficult to clean up.
What she feared most was Rong Yin's questions. If he asked about the meaning of the room decoration or picked up a photo frame and asked her about interesting things in her childhood, Meng Yao would have to make up something.
The two of them walked into the room one after the other. Meng Yao had already felt tired. Now that she had no more worries, she sat down on the bed.
Rong Yan poured her a glass of water and handed it to her: "Are you tired?"
Meng Yao nodded honestly: "A lot of things happened today, and I just feel very tired. I don't know when my mother will wake up. If she doesn't wake up tomorrow, I will ask the doctor to come again."
With Rong Yan around, it is difficult for her to be unhealthy.
Rong Wei couldn't help but stroke her hair gently: "Don't worry, everything will be fine, I promise you."
Meng Yao came back to her senses from her trance. She pulled the corners of her mouth and forced a smile: "Okay."
Every time she saw Jiang Hongmin, she would think of her mother, the always gentle woman. So when Jiang Hongmin was sick and in pain, she felt the same way and was also not feeling well.
It wasn't early, and today's events were too chaotic, so Meng Yao almost didn't have the mood to watch TV series or play around.
The moment she lifted the quilt and lay down inside, she suddenly realized a problem:
I don’t know if it’s because Zhang’s mother is too considerate, she prepared a quilt on the bed. This means that Rong Yan and I will lie on the same bed and cover ourselves with the same quilt…
Meng Yao held the corner of the quilt in her hand and stood there in a daze for a few seconds.
Rong Yan had changed into pajamas without knowing when. He walked over slowly, and when he saw the quilt on the bed and Meng Yao's slightly dazed expression, he instantly understood a little bit.
He smiled and said sympathetically: "How about I sleep on the sofa?"
"No need..." Meng Yao regretted saying this subconsciously. Who knew Rong Wei would take the initiative to ask to sleep on the sofa? He usually wanted to stick to her...
Before she could regret, Rong Yan had already gone to bed.
Meng Yao subconsciously moved to the side, and soon she bumped into the bedside table. This was the guest room, and the beds were all standard, which could not be compared with the super king-sized bed at home.
One thousand. I'm on leave today. I'll make it up another day. Mainly because I'm stuck. Let me sort out my thoughts. Thank you everyone~
(End of this chapter)