Xia Yucheng was so sad that she was speechless. Xia Mingyou stood up and gently stroked her shaking back.
He knew that the person Jian Yuxi couldn't let go of was Xia Yucheng, because she always felt that she owed Xia Yucheng.
"Your brother went to jail just for that matter, and I did that to you just for... I replaced you back then, and I still wanted to treat you well. Chengcheng..."
Two lines of hot tears flowed from Jian Yuxi's eyes. She didn't know if Xia Yucheng heard what she said. She said it almost vaguely several times.
"Don't blame mom...don't blame mom..."
She whimpered, her breath filled with a sad, crying nasal sound.
Back then, she took a desperate risk and replaced Xia Yucheng and Gu Qianyu for her missing love and revenge on the man who hurt her.
This is how a misplaced life unfolds.
Fortunately, Xia Yucheng met Feng Hao and the man who loved her dearly and loved her to the core.
At this point, Jian Yuxi felt a little relieved.
"Mom, stop talking about the past. Stop talking about the past. Have a good rest, be good to me, and don't make me shed tears." Xia Yucheng held back her tears and held Jian Yuxi's hand tightly.
"I'm lucky to have met my brother and Hao. Didn't you bring that to me? Mom... stop blaming yourself,
Jian Yuxi nodded, her body trembling in the sheets, and two lines of hot tears overflowed from her eye sockets. But even so, she still tried her best to see Xia Yucheng clearly, and her eyes were full of tears.
The light of maternal love.
"Don't tell your mother that I'm gone... She's old and can't bear it anymore. I'm not worried about your brother, but you. She's Yan's wife. She's a girl from the He family. Chengcheng, don't worry about me.
My departure is tied to Yan’s affairs, okay? I’m getting older... I’m out of luck..."
After listening to Jian Yuxi's words, Xia Mingyou said in a hoarse voice: "Mom, I'm sorry, it's my son..."
"No, you are not wrong, it is not you who is wrong. Mingyou, you are not wrong, what is wrong is...it is me who is wrong!"
Jian Yuxi's breathing began to become unstable, and she was out of breath when speaking.
Xia Yucheng could feel that the hand she was holding was losing strength and warmth. Her throat was choking and sore, and the sourness in her heart was getting higher and higher.
"Mom," she tremblingly reached out to touch Jian Yuxi's face, her lips trembling, "I will always remember your smile, I will always remember the tune you sang...Mom..."
By the time she finished speaking, Xia Yucheng had burst into tears.
It's not like she never hated Jian Yuxi. After knowing the truth, she didn't visit her for a long time.
But after all, she was the woman who raised her; after all, she was a filial child.
Her hatred for a person who had been calling her mother for more than 20 years was unsustainable.
Therefore, Yin Man is her mother, and Jian Yuxi is also her mother.
"Mingyou, look at...sister..."
A faint smile appeared on Jian Yuxi's pale face. She weakly held Xia Yucheng's hand, and the face with delicate features in her tearful eyes seemed to be engraved in the bottom of her heart.
"Don't worry, Mom, you can rest assured that I'm watching over the girl." Xia Mingyou leaned down, hugged Jian Yuxi, and also protected the crying Xia Yucheng.
Since he was a child, he remembered his mother’s favorite words: Mingyou, look at your sister!
It was just that when he was eighteen years old, in order to seek justice for his bullied sister, he was framed and imprisoned for ten years.