Mu Anhan's mother was no longer around when she was two years old.
Tonight she treated Old Han's mother's illness again. It's often said no matter how old you are, you're always your mother's child.
With a mother around, you can be endlessly spoiled, being a happy child.
Mu Anhan never had such an opportunity.
In her dreams, she saw her mother. Although her mother's face had long been a blur, she knew it was her mother...
She kept running, trying to catch up and call her mother. Little did she know her mother's shadow seemed unreachable.
She fell, unable to run anymore, only watching as her mother's blurred shadow drifted further away, and she couldn't help but cry out...
"Han Han... Han Han..."
Someone was calling her gently.
The voice sounded exceptionally familiar, always lingering in her ear, tenderly caring for her.
"Han Han... wake up..."
She was shaken awake only to realize she was indeed crying.
She gazed tearfully at the man before her, "Husband..."
