When Anyang woke up again, everything in front of him had become familiar. The fragrance of jasmine floating in the air is Ji's mother's favorite spice.

"Weiwei, are you awake?" Ji's mother calculated that the time was almost up, and when she pushed the door in, she saw someone lying quietly on the bed.

The smiling face of the past can no longer be found on Anyang's body. She endured the heartache and came to the bedside with warm porridge.

"Are you hungry, do you want to get up and get something to eat?"

"Ji, Yanxiao, ......" a hoarse voice, indifferently asked the name.

At this moment, Ji's mother could no longer hide the sadness in her eyes, and tilted her head slightly, "Your brother has been sent to the research institute, don't worry, he ......"

"He's not my brother!" An Yang raised his hand and slapped the things in her hand away, "I don't have a brother, I don't have a ......"

Ji Mu looked at her exposed arms and skinny body, which made her eyes can't help but redden, "Wei Wei, he is not your brother...... Only Wei Wei is my child. ”

She opened her arms and wanted to hug Anyang, but the eyes of the person on the bed showed disgust, and the quilt in her arms quickly shrank to the corner.

Ji's mother carefully cleaned up the dishes and didn't dare to stimulate Anyang again.

"Mom will make it for you later, but if you don't eat it, Mom will be sad."

Seeing An Yang's lowered eyelids, trembling slightly, Ji's mother choked and retreated.

In the next few days, Ji's mother would come over every time and whisper to An Yang about the good things in the past. Her voice was low and soft, which invisibly calmed An Yang's fearful spirit.

But in the dead of night, Anyang always feels that the person has not left. Knowing that it was impossible for him to go out again, but the other party's aura seemed to be deeply rooted in the spiritual power, as long as she had the strength for a day, there was no way to get rid of that person.

When Ji Yanxiao came back quietly, he just stood outside the door when he heard a choked cry inside. The low sobbing voice, as if afraid of being heard, was full of depression.

The blood all over his body suddenly became cold, and he almost burst into tears.

In the past few days, he was ordered by his mother to live outside, but as long as he thought of Anyang's state, he couldn't sleep all night.

Thoughts and worries are like poisonous snakes entrenched in the mouth, biting from time to time, stabbing him in pain.

I don't know how long he stood outside, until the person in the room cried and fell asleep, and then he cautiously walked inside.

The new curtains are as thin as cicada's wings, revealing the sky that will be bright outside.

He gently covered An Yang with the quilt, and noticed that An Yang's frowning brows loosened slightly, and the tears in his eyes finally fell.

Holding back not to cry, he knelt down to the edge of the bed and stared at it until dawn.

The aroma in the room changed from strong to faint, and it wasn't until Ji Yanxiao found that there were signs of Su waking up in Anyang, so he dragged his aching knees and walked out gently.

Ji Mu didn't expect to wake up and see Ji Yanxiao coming out of Anyang's room.

"How do you ......"

"Mom, I don't worry about her," Ji Yanxiao pulled the corners of her lips, revealing a bitter smile, "The spices you specially mixed don't seem to work as before, and she can't sleep well." ”

Ji Mu nodded slowly, "I'll pay attention." ”

In the face of her biological son, she really couldn't say cold words anymore. Anyang's mental state is no longer allowed to be stimulated. She didn't want her son, and there was no way to get out.