And as she lay in trouble, Qin Yucen stayed by her side, a stark contrast to her mother, Chen Guixiu, who only cared for money and not people. It chilled her to the core.
"Gone are the unpleasant memories," Qin Yucen said, helping Qin Yurong up. "You're still in your postnatal care, and here you are crying again. Do you not want your eyes anymore? Don't you want to recover? Once you're back home, you must take good care of yourself and stop being capricious. Only by getting better can my efforts not be wasted."
"Yes, Rongrong, get up now. Kneeling is bad for your body, and I was worried that your sister couldn't take care of you by herself. That's why I had her bring you back. Stop tormenting yourself and come inside to lie down. Grandma has made you chicken soup. It's ready for you to drink." Grandma, her face full of affection, extended her hand, rough and gnarled like tree branches from years of hard work, and rested it on Qin Yurong's head.
