Mu Jiu went straight to the hospital after causing a commotion at the Bao Family.
Pushing open the door, he saw his mother, Mu's Mother, leaning against the bedhead eating fruit.
Her complexion was poor, and she looked ill.
But when she saw Mu Jiu, she was as affectionate as ever: "Jiu, I've told you, there's no need to come every day! I'm doing very well here, with food and shelter, and plenty of nurses to talk to."
The kinder she was, the sadder Mu Jiu felt in his heart.
He laid his head on his mother's knee, choking with emotion: "I'm useless! I'm sorry, Mother."
Mu's Mother, stroking his glossy black hair, smiled indifferently: "I'm already so old, it's all right! Besides, I've lived better days in these years than I ever dared to dream of before."
Mu Jiu was still upset, the heroic man actually shedding tears.
