Speaking of which, Zhou Yun buried her head and threw herself into her son's embrace, wailing in his arms. She clung to him with such urgency, as if the moment she let go, Ye Che would disappear.
Ye Che felt his mother's tears dropping onto his shoulder, and his heart ached terribly, so he found himself sadly welling up with emotions as well.
He helped Zhou Yun to sit up and wiped away her tears, only to notice the white hairs that had sprouted at her temples recently, as well as the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. It was then that he truly realized his mother had aged...
Ye Che stood up straight, gave Zhou Yun a dashing, exuberant smile, curled his lip, and said, "Mom, I'm okay, don't cry. I won't let you worry about me anymore, alright? Also, I'll be discharged from the hospital and home tomorrow, so Grandpa won't have to travel back and forth every day. His health isn't great, and I don't want him to have to run around because of me."
