Zhang Yun tightly held Ning Yibin, her face covered with tears as she spoke, "Old Ning, you must hold on! You absolutely mustn't leave us mother and daughter behind! Our child, lost for thirty years, has finally been found; didn't you say you hoped our son could keep you company playing chess and drinking? You have to stay strong!"
Ning Yibin nodded with difficulty, a wave of sharp pain in his chest made it hard to breathe as though a massive stone was pressing down on him; his eyes fixed on Qin Jian, incessantly, unblinkingly...
Zhang Yun understood Ning Yibin's intention. Her gaze also turned toward Qin Jian: "You are the child I bore, the one I suffered three days and nights for, nearly losing my life to bring you into this world. They swapped the child while I was unconscious! You are the son we've been searching for so desperately..."
After speaking, Zhang Yun's eyes reddened, and tears also started to well up in the corners of Ning Yibin's eyes: "Qin Jian, call me Dad..."