"Mom?" Lu Zishu disregarded his leg pain and looked at her in surprise, seeing her clear eyes, and asked uncertainly, "
Are you better now?"
"Yes, if I weren't better, I wouldn't know just how capable you are. My daughter whom I have cherished for over ten years nearly got separated from me by you!" Zhao Li said irritably.
She didn't expect that upon waking up, the first thing she heard were Lu Zishu's words.
Although she was muddled these days, it didn't mean her memory was gone. Recalling the foolish things she did these days, she apologetically looked at Ruan Jiaojiao, "Jiaojiao, don't listen to his nonsense. These days I was confused, and it's been unfair to you."
Ruan Jiaojiao looked at the now normal Zhao Li, her nose stinging, and ran over, hugging her neck while crying, "Godmother, sorry..."
