Yan Song couldn't find anyone, not even in the surveillance camera.
In just a few minutes, Song Xiang felt as if her soul had been half-drained. Yan Han carried her back to the hotel without knowing the situation.
After everyone left, Song Xiang patted his forehead and said in a daze: "Shen Han, guess who I saw?"
"who?"
Song Xiang closed her eyes, as if she couldn't believe it, "My mother."
The room was very quiet. Yan Han squatted in front of her and slowly stopped helping her take off her shoes.
"Your mother is in the hospital in the imperial capital."
Song Xiang shook his head, "No, not that mother."
It's...Nanqing.
Yan Han's expression was calm, but he said after a long time: "Baby, what we have been living recently has been fantasy enough, and if we add something supernatural, it would be a bit too much."
Song Xiang rubbed his face with both hands, his face turned gray, and he took a deep breath.
"I see."
That's why she felt frightened at that moment.
For Nan Qing, she only had an image-level understanding at the highest level, and did not have a more intuitive understanding.
But even a simple glance was enough to shock her.
"Nan Che can be so young, will my mother also..."
"Anti-aging and reversing life and death are two different things." Yan Han interrupted her fantasy.
Song Xiang raised his hand, "ok."
"Maybe you are too tired these two days. Take a rest?" Yan Han asked.
Song Xiang nodded, showing a little tiredness.
Turning over and lying down, Yan Han covered her life. She took his hand and said, "Is it possible that the plot of the TV series will appear and my mother is not dead at all?"
Yan Han pursed his lips and tucked the quilt for her, "Good boy, sleep first."
Song Xiang looked a little disappointed.
She also knew that this was impossible. It was already a huge mistake for the Ji family to take her out of the hospital. With how much Rong Boye valued Nan Qing, there could be no other omissions.
Is this really an illusion?
She held Yan Han's hand tightly and closed her eyes.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.
Song Xiang opened his eyes suddenly and immediately sat up.
Beside her, Yan Han had her eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping soundly. She glanced at her phone and saw that an hour had passed since she fell asleep.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was another knock on the door.
She thought it was Yan Song, so she walked down quietly and opened the door.
There were not many people outside, and there were only three bodyguards guarding the end of the corridor. Probably because Song Xiang's movements were too gentle, they didn't react.
Song Xiang walked out of the door barefoot and glanced towards the elevator.
"Mother?"
Not far away, the woman dressed up in the afternoon slowly took off her mask, revealing the face in the photo.
"Baby, come."
Song Xiang was so happy that he was not afraid and walked over quickly.
She walked faster and faster, getting closer and closer to "Nanqing", but there always seemed to be some distance.
Suddenly, there was movement behind him.
"Miss Rong?!"
"Go and call the young master quickly!"
As soon as the sound appeared, Nanqing not far away began to become blurry. Song Xiang blinked twice and lost sight of it.
"Mom? Mom?"
She screamed twice in succession, feeling like the world was spinning, her vision went dark, and her own voice echoed in her ears.
Fell down hard.
"Yan, please don't worry. There is nothing wrong with your wife."
"Then you should let her wake up!"
There was a conversation in my ears.
Song Xiang struggled to open his eyes, but felt that his eyelids were heavy again, so he opened his mouth: "Stern Han..."
The bed next to her sank obviously. The man sat next to her and asked in an urgent voice, "Are you awake?"