Sheng Tingyuan gently caressed her face with tenderness, not answering her question but instead asking, "What do you have in your hand?"
Ye Chuyi had already requested a plastic bag from the medical staff, which she used to neatly pack a few clothes. Seeing him ask, she lifted the plastic bag, swaying it in front of him, "These are some clothes I wore when I was a child, including three pieces my birth mother gave me. Look, they're all nice clothes. She took good care of me even back then."
"And what else?"
"And there's also a blue one from Hermès. It was the only brand I recognized as a child. A brother gave it to me on a rainy autumn day."
Sheng Tingyuan couldn't resist, he pulled her in and embraced her, "What brother has you remembering him for so long?"
