Chapter 422: I’m Here to Pick You Up and Take You Home
Lan Yueru’s beauty is not ostentatious, yet it’s incredibly restrained, unforgettable at first glance—a kind of beauty that makes one savor it repeatedly. Most of Yan Sijue’s remarkable looks are inherited from her.
If she hadn’t encountered the Yan Family back then, she should have had a life of her own indulgence... Mu Yiliang thought silently.
After a long time, Yan Sijue finally spoke softly, his voice full of caution: "Mom?"
Lan Yueru continued combing her hair, as if she hadn’t heard.
Yan Sijue slowly approached and called again: "Mom, do you still remember me? I’m Ah Jue."
Lan Yueru finally reacted, looked up at him blankly, and then lowered her head to continue combing. Her eyes, beautiful yet utterly vacant, made it clear she had completely forgotten Yan Sijue.
The man seemed somewhat struck, standing there in bewilderment and self-blame. Mu Yiliang stepped forward and held his hand: "Your mother looks so young, and her complexion is rosy... Actually, don’t you feel this is better? If she returns to normal and remembers everything, perhaps..."
Mu Yiliang didn’t finish, but Yan Sijue already understood her meaning. He smiled bitterly and nodded slightly: "You’re right."
Perhaps, this is the best outcome. For his mother, forgetting everything is much better than remembering everything, even if she forgets her son, it doesn’t matter, as long as he remembers her.
He would always remember the sacrifices his mother had made for him.
Yan Sijue took the comb from her hand and began to comb her hair slowly, his voice slightly choked: "Mom, I’m Ah Jue, I’ve come to take you home."
Yan Sijue had little difficulty bringing Lan Yueru out of the sanatorium and boarding the plane back to City A.
Such a smooth journey was undoubtedly Xin’s doing, Yan Sijue understood.
Upon arriving in City A, Yan Sijue took Lan Yueru to a well-prepared sanatorium and invited the world’s top specialists to consult for her. The experts’ opinions were consistent: recovery wasn’t impossible, but the chances were slim due to the long lapse of time.
Yan Sijue had mentally prepared for this outcome and wasn’t particularly disappointed. He settled Lan Yueru in and, albeit reluctantly, left.
"I hope she recovers, hope she can call me Ah Jue once more..." On the way back, Yan Sijue couldn’t help but speak, his voice both bitter and conflicted, "Yet I’m afraid she’ll remember, remember those unbearable things, unable to bear them..."
"Si Jue, I think your mother isn’t that fragile, don’t be afraid," Mu Yiliang gently reassured, "Even if she recovers and remembers everything, she won’t do anything foolish anymore... So, we have no reason to give up on treating her, but even if it never works, you shouldn’t be sad."
The man nodded slightly, held her in his arms, and softly said: "Yiliang, thank you."
Since hearing the news, she’s been by his side, always providing just the right comfort and support. His heart was moved, yet he couldn’t articulate further gratitude.
"It’s always been you comforting me when I’m sad." Mu Yiliang beamed, "Now I finally have a chance to comfort you. Do you now think I’m quite a competent girlfriend?"
The man laughed: "Even if you did nothing, just being by my side is already a great comfort to me."
"I know, it’s definitely because my beauty has a strong healing function." Mu Yiliang confidently stated.
"Yes." He affirmed with a serious face, then couldn’t help but laugh, lowering his head to kiss her lips.