Mu Anhan’s mother was no longer around when she was two years old.
Tonight she treated Old Han’s mother’s illness again. It’s often said no matter how old you are, you’re always your mother’s child.
With a mother around, you can be endlessly spoiled, being a happy child.
Mu Anhan never had such an opportunity.
In her dreams, she saw her mother. Although her mother’s face had long been a blur, she knew it was her mother...
She kept running, trying to catch up and call her mother. Little did she know her mother’s shadow seemed unreachable.
She fell, unable to run anymore, only watching as her mother’s blurred shadow drifted further away, and she couldn’t help but cry out...
"Han Han... Han Han..."
Someone was calling her gently.
The voice sounded exceptionally familiar, always lingering in her ear, tenderly caring for her.
"Han Han... wake up..."
She was shaken awake only to realize she was indeed crying.
She gazed tearfully at the man before her, "Husband..."
"Had a dream!" Gu Xiaozhan extended his rough fingertips, gently wiping away her tears.
"Yeah, I dreamed of my mom." Mu Anhan leaned against his chest.
Gu Xiaozhan knew her mother died early, and her brothers, acting as both brothers and mother, pampered her growing up.
"It’s because you visited Old Han’s mother tonight that you’d have such a dream," Gu Xiaozhan gently ruffled her hair. "What you think about during the day is what you dream about at night."
"It seems so!" Mu Anhan nodded, "I don’t even remember my mom’s face."
"Actually, sometimes it’s not a bad thing not to remember. At least that way, you can miss them occasionally." Gu Xiaozhan chuckled lightly.
Because of the absence, you’ll always think about it.
Mu Anhan stared at him, "Husband, do you dream of your mom?"
"When she passes away, there might be a chance!" Gu Xiaozhan said honestly.
Mu Anhan: "..."
"Alright, stop thinking about it, let’s sleep." Gu Xiaozhan coaxed her.
...
The next day, Mu Anhan woke up amidst the noise of the crowd.
Gu Xiaozhan was no longer by her side. He had gone back to directing.
After Mu Anhan got up, Mu Shaojie brought her breakfast. It was millet porridge and egg pancakes, along with freshly made buns, steaming hot, filled with the flavor of ordinary life.
Mu Shaochen and Zhang Shishi were able to freely move their legs again.
Though, compared to usual, they had not fully returned to normal.
But the two of them were already very content, thanks to Mu Anhan’s medical skills.
If it weren’t for her, the two of them would probably still be bedridden.
The four of them sat down together for breakfast.
Zhang Shishi kept expressing her gratitude, "Han Han, thank you so much!"
"It’s okay, you are my sister-in-law!" Mu Anhan said with a smile, picking up a bun and eating it.
Zhang Shishi felt a bit embarrassed, sitting between two identical brothers, both looking at her from either side.
Whose sister-in-law to be?
Zhang Shishi couldn’t sit still. She took a bun and headed out, "Let me see if they need help with anything?"
"Aiyah, sister-in-law is actually shy!" Mu Anhan said while eating, cheeks puffed like a cute little hamster.
Mu Shaojie ate quickly as he also prepared to leave.
"Old Six, wait a bit! We need to talk!" Mu Shaochen called to him.
"What do we need to talk about?" Mu Shaojie replied lazily.