For a moment, Ming Ye thought the painkillers were playing tricks on him.
He stared at the woman in the doorway as though looking at a ghost dragged out of memory.
Then, almost involuntarily, his lips parted.
"…Mother?"
He had not said that word to anyone in eight years.
It had been eight years. Eight whole years since Li Wan had walked out of the Ming household and, in his mind, out of his life.
Eight years without a visit, without a birthday call, without even a glimpse of her.
And now she was standing in his hospital room as though no time had passed at all and she was holding flowers that she appeared to have bought from the hospital gift shop.
Li Wan stepped further inside.
