Only when the boy regained consciousness did Fu Xiuyuan finally breathe easier, tightening his grip on the hand of the person in bed, still shaken by what had happened.
This was precisely what he had feared, which was why he had chosen a moment when the other was emotionally stable to tell him about it.
Yet he had never expected his reaction to be so intense.
It left him somewhat worried about whether he should let the two meet.
Gu Nian'an slowly opened his eyes and looked dazedly at the man beside him, not quite understanding what had happened. He had simply lost consciousness all of a sudden.
Seeing this, Fu Xiuyuan helped him sit up, picked up the still-warm water beside the bed, and brought it to the boy's lips.
At the sight of the glass held before him.
Only then did Gu Nian'an notice how unbearably dry and scratchy his throat felt. He took small sips of water from the glass, and the discomfort in his throat finally eased.
After a long while, he leaned against the man's chest and suddenly asked with some apprehension, "Sir, my mother... what's her name?"
So much time had passed that he had even forgotten his own mother's name.
At that moment, for reasons he could not explain, he suddenly wanted to know her name.
Fu Xiuyuan lowered his eyes and sighed softly, his voice gentle and low. "Ji Baiwei."
Gu Nian'an's pupils abruptly contracted, and he looked at Fu Xiuyuan in disbelief.
But seeing the seriousness and helplessness in the man's eyes, he understood that he meant exactly the person he was thinking of.
His feelings descended into chaos, and he could not help finding it unbelievable.
Ji Baiwei, the queen of song he had spent so much time with, the