Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

As he spoke, he led Song Yaoyao upstairs.

The smell of medicine lingered in the air. The second floor was comparatively quiet. In fact, there seemed to be a deadly silence.

“Mom, I’m back.”

Wei Ning knocked on a door.

“Ning Ning, you’re back?” a weak woman’s voice sounded. “Come in. Why are you home so early?”

His eyes turned red as he forced a smile on his face. “I wanted to return earlier to keep you company!”

He then turned his head and pleaded quietly, “Miss Song, can you not tell my mother that you’re a doctor?”

Hope had been torn away from them too many times, so Wei Ning did not dare to give his mother hope again.

Song Yaoyao gently nodded her head.

As soon as the door opened, a stronger scent of disinfectant wafted out of the room.

The room had been specially arranged, and next to the bed sat a respirator.

A haggard woman was lying in the bed, so skinny that she was like a pile of bones. Her face was sallow, and the back of her hand was covered in needle marks.

She exuded the aura of death.

Song Yaoyao did not like this. She liked sunshine, vibrancy, and things that were full of life.

Because in her previous life, she too had this aura while lying in bed waiting for her death.

At that time, her heartbeat gradually slowed until it eventually stopped.

“You brat, there’s so much to do at the office, how could you… Eh? Who’s this girl?”

Mother Wei’s eyes lit up. She once had a daughter, but she passed away not long after birth.

So, she had envisioned countless times how her daughter would look if she was still alive.

A set of clear eyes, a delicate and exquisite face, and a head of long, soft jet-black hair with which she could tie ponytails. This girl completely matched the image in her mind. Her eyes opened in shock.

“So similar…”

She waved at Song Yaoyao. “Child, come here.”

Song Yaoyao’s eyes darted but she obediently approached and said softly, “Hello, Auntie.”

“Oh…”

Mother Wei smiled in a particularly happy manner. “This young lady is so pretty. You and our Ning Ning are…?”

She didn’t think that Wei Ning and Song Yaoyao were an item; she simply thought they were friends. Mainly because Song Yaoyao looked so young that she did not look like an adult.

Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly. “Auntie, Brother Wei and I are friends. I heard you were ill so I came to visit you!” she said with a cute voice that she used to use on her mother. The end of each sentence was high-pitched as she grabbed onto the woman’s hand. “Auntie, I forgot to bring a gift. You won’t be mad, right?”

This young girl’s hands were soft like cotton candy.

Mother Wei immediately felt her pain disappear a bit. She smiled and shook her head. “No, I’m not mad! You’re so well-behaved, how could I be mad?”

Song Yaoyao seemed to fill the void that she had in her heart.

Wei Ning understood. When his sister passed away, he was old enough to understand.

He was supposed to have a younger sister. At that time, he was in school. Back then, he used to play basketball with his friends as soon as school finished, and they did not return home until the sky was dark. But after he discovered that he was to have a younger sister, he rushed home every single day so he could press his face against his mother’s belly and chat to the baby inside.

It could be said that he witnessed the growth of that child inside his mother and how it made her stomach grow bigger and bigger.

The day that his mother gave birth, he was in school. But by the time that he finished school, everything was over…

His mother told him that his sister had gone to heaven.

Little Wei Ning lost his mind. The gift that he prepared for his sister had not been opened yet! But she was already gone.