Yuan Qingling slapped herself hard twice. She made her mother sad and her family sad.
She let go of her mother and asked quickly: "Where's dad? Where's brother? Where's grandma?"
Yuan's mother wiped her tears, looked at her and said, "They all went to work. Your grandma was hospitalized. After you left, she became ill. She has been in the hospital almost all this year."
"Oh my god," Yuan Qingling stood up immediately, "I want to go to the hospital to see grandma. Which hospital is she staying in?"
"It's at City No. 1 Hospital. Okay, mom will take you there." Yuan's mother went to get her cell phone. "I'm going to call your dad, call your brother, tell them you're back, you wait, you wait...
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Yuan Qingling felt like the world was spinning. The sounds in her ears gradually disappeared, but she suddenly heard a shrill cry, "Qing'er, Qing'er, where are you? Where are you?"
"Mom!" she cried out.
"Yuan, Yuan, wake up, wake up, wake up, why are you crying? Are you having a nightmare?" Yu Wenhao hugged her and saw her crying so hard that she shouted out in her sleep.
Yuan Qingling opened her eyes and saw Yu Wenhao's anxious face. She felt as if she was in another world, "Lao Wu? Where is my mother? Where is my mother?"
She pushed him away, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, shouting wildly with her bare feet, "No, why are we here again? I want to see my mother, my grandma is in the hospital, I want to see her, Lao Wu, I want to go back, I want to
Go back..."
Yu Wenhao was so frightened that he hugged her quickly, "Old Yuan, you are dreaming, you are having nightmares, don't be afraid, I am here, I am here."
"No, I saw my mother. My mother is very sad. My mother is sick. She has always been so strong. She is sick because of me. She is sick..." Yuan Qingling cried like a madman and slapped Yu Wenhao's chest.
Shoulder, "Let me go, I want to go back, I want to go back to find them."
"Yuan, Yuan Qingling, calm down," Yu Wenhao heard what she said, feeling very frightened in his heart, "You are not allowed to go anywhere, you can only stay with me and are not allowed to leave."
Yuan Qingling let out a desperate cry, "Lao Wu, you don't understand. Mom is sick. She is so strong. She is sick. She can't even go to class... If she calls me again, listen,
She is calling me."
Yu Wenhao's knife fell on the back of her neck, and she fell softly into his arms. Yu Wenhao hugged her tightly, feeling extremely panicked.
When Yuan Qingling woke up again, it was already early the next morning.
Yu Wenhao hugged her as she slept. He didn't close his eyes all night. When she woke up, she looked into his anxious and panicked eyes.
"Yuan!" He gently touched her face, "Are you feeling better?"
Yuan Qingling slowly got up. After a hangover, her head hurt and swelled. She hit her head with her hand and said, "Am I drunk?"
"Well, you're drunk." His eyes scrutinized her face, "How do you feel now?"
"Headache!" Yuan Qingling was a little annoyed, "If I had known I wouldn't drink it, it would have been Princess Ji's fault."
"Yes, it's all her fault." Yu Wenhao murmured, his eyes actually misty.
Yuan Qingling shook his dizzy mind, composed himself, and said, "I seem to be dreaming."
Yu Wenhao withdrew his hand in shock, "No, you are not dreaming."
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "How do you know whether I'm dreaming or not?"
"I...I haven't slept all night. Looking at you, you are sleeping so deeply." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qing smiled, "I can still dream even if I sleep deeply."
Yu Wenhao looked at her, "Then you...do you remember what you dreamed about?"
Yuan Qingling thought for a moment and shook her head, "I can't remember it. I just remember that feeling. It was a very sad feeling."
"That must be a nightmare, don't think about it." Yu Wenhao said quickly.
Yuan Qing snorted, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "I'm going to check out the snacks."
"I'll go with you." Yu Wenhao quickly got out of bed, holding her wrist with one hand, "Wait for me."
Yuan Qingling looked back at him in surprise, "Still waiting for you? Just go over there, it's right next door."
Yu Wenhao said: "Then let's go together. You haven't washed your face yet, and the smell of alcohol is suffocating the dim sum."
Yuan Qing laughed and said: "Really, how could you endure it last night? Are you drunk?"
"I'm half drunk, but it's okay." Yu Wenhao said.
Man'er knocked on the door, "Your Highness, Crown Princess, do you need service?"
"Go get water." Yu Wenhao said.
"Yes!" Man'er retreated.
Because of Yuan Qingling's habit of not needing help when getting dressed, Yu Wenhao, the young master, did not need help when getting dressed. But today he was so distracted that he didn't even put on his underwear after wearing it for a long time.
Yuan Qingling walked over with a smile, "You said you were not drunk. You were drunker than me last night, right? You can't even dress."
She stretched out her hands to fasten his underwear and then put on his outer coat. The brocade material made him look tall and tall, like a jade tree facing the wind. "Why are you always looking at me? Is there something on my face?"
Yuan Qingling saw his glaring eyes and couldn't help but touch her face subconsciously.
Yu Wenhao shook his head, hugged her and whispered softly: "Yuan, promise me, no matter what happens, no matter who calls you, or no matter where you are, you must try your best to come back to me and my child."
"Where am I going?" Yuan Qingling laughed.
"No matter where you go," Yu Wenhao emphasized, "you must try your best to come back to me. I can't live without you."
Yuan Qingling smiled and nodded, "Okay, I understand, how come you become clingy after being drunk for a while? You are the prince, okay?"
"Even if I become the emperor, I still have to stick to you." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qingling looked at the nostalgia in his eyes and said, "Okay, we agreed that no one is allowed to let go first."
"You can't go back on what you said." Yu Wenhao's heart was still unsettled, and panic was eroding him bit by bit.
Man'er Luya and Qiluo came in to wait on them, mainly doing their hair and make-up.
Yuan Qingling looked in the mirror, and Man'er's skillful hands were slowly applying powder to her. A picture suddenly appeared in her mind, that of the woman standing in front of the floor-length mirror in the wardrobe, wearing jeans, a white loose T-shirt, and a tie.
Holding the horse's tail, she turned around and saw her mother's heart-piercing eyes.
She turned over the powder box in shock.
"What's wrong?" Yu Wenhao looked over immediately, his eyes full of worry.
Yuan Qingling slowly pushed back her tears and smiled with trembling lips, "It's okay."
Guangshi, inside the Yuan family's house.
Mother Yuan woke up on the sofa, she jumped up and said, "Qing'er!"
The photo frame she was wearing fell to the ground with a "bang" sound. She slowly looked down and saw the girl in the photo smiling in the spring breeze, as if she was about to fly. She picked it up and covered her chest.
She went up, with tears streaming down her face, "Qing'er, have you ever come back? If there are really ghosts in this world, you should come back and let mother see you."