Whenever the news about Men Ling and the twins came up, Jiang Yuzhu's eyes would always light up.
Although she couldn't visit them in person yet, through Pei Jingchuan's narratives, she felt as though she was also part of that warm scene.
"Yuzhu, today I went to see Men Ling and the kids, and they're all doing well,"
Pei Jingchuan softly told Jiang Yuzhu one evening, his eyes filled with tenderness, "The children are growing up so fast, the little boy's eyes are just like Men Ling's, while the little girl has your gentleness."
Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Yuzhu's mouth lifted into a smile unconsciously.
"Really? I wish I could see them right now," her voice was filled with anticipation.
Pei Jingchuan reached out and gently touched her face, "Don't worry, it will be very soon. You just need to focus on getting better, leave everything else to me."
His words were filled with determination and promise, settling every uneasiness in Jiang Yuzhu's heart little by little.