Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 550 A Lifetime to Tell the Story

Everyone saw Lin Qingping again a week later.

Lin Qingping was sent to the intensive care unit immediately after the surgery and didn't come out for a whole week.

During this week, all I could do was look at her through the glass each day. The only person who ever went into the intensive care unit was Gu Juncheng, who would stay for a short time each day. However, every time I went to see her, she was just sleeping.

The doctor said she had moments of consciousness, but he never witnessed them.

Upon learning that he could leave the intensive care unit, Gu Juncheng brought Zhiyuan to the outside of the ICU early in the morning to pick him up.

When Zhiyuan heard that his mother was better, he was overjoyed, thinking he would be welcoming a lively and energetic mother. However, to his surprise, Lin Qingping still came out lying in a hospital bed.

"Mom?" Zhiyuan stepped forward and called out softly.

Lin Qingping slightly opened her closed eyes, raised the corners of her lips at him, and gave him a gentle smile.

Zhiyuan felt a slight sense of relief. Was his mother getting better?

However, Lin Qingping immediately closed her eyes again.

"Lin Qingping?" Gu Juncheng leaned down and called her softly.

She did not respond.

Gu Juncheng sighed inwardly, but still smiled and said, "Let's go to the ward. In a few days, we can go home."

Upon hearing the word "home," Lin Qingping's eyelids twitched, but she ultimately said nothing.

The ward arranged for Lin Qingping after the surgery is still under the unified care of the hospital. As family members, Gu Juncheng and others have limited time to visit her in the hospital, and they must leave when the time is up.

Lin Qingping had just come out of the intensive care unit and wasn't in good spirits. Gu Juncheng had so much to say to her, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so he didn't dare to speak and just held her hand the whole time.

Lin Qingping had neither the capacity nor the energy to give any response, whether it was acceptance or resistance.

In Gu Juncheng and Zhiyuan's eyes, Lin Qingping was like a glass doll; they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, for fear of startling her or causing her to melt.

The time spent with her flew by, and the visiting hours were about to end, but they said almost nothing.

Gu Juncheng couldn't be sure if his mother knew the truth about the misunderstanding that he wanted to remarry, but he felt there was no rush, there was still a lifetime to explain.

Moreover, he also had seven letters in his possession, written by her during those seven days in the intensive care unit, and he wasn't the only author.

He unfolded the letter, and the most obvious thing he saw was his daughter's small handprint, which was now becoming her trademark.

Equally prominent as Zhuzhu's tiny handprint were a few crookedly written words: "Mommy, I miss you."

The little girl can't write yet, but these characters were clearly written by an adult holding her hand; they must be either Gu Juncheng or Zhiyuan.

On the day of the surgery, Zhangzhu was unable to pick up her mother and was depressed. When she got home, she said sadly that she missed her mother. Gu Juncheng then asked her to write it down and write a letter to her mother to tell her that Zhangzhu missed her mother. Only then did Zhangzhu stop crying.

However, the letter could not be delivered to Lin Qingping because the intensive care unit required sterility.

But Zhangzhu wrote every day, and so these seven letters, just like the previous ones, were written by the family of three.

"Shall I read it to you?" Gu Juncheng asked in a low voice.

Lin Qingping opened her eyes when he took out the letter and immediately saw the words and small handprint of the pearl. When he asked her if she could read it to her, she did not refuse.

Gu Juncheng then began.

Of course, he read what he had written, mainly about his daughter, Zhangzhu. Children her age make progress every day. He wrote down the new words and skills Zhangzhu had learned in the letter, which indeed attracted Lin Qingping's attention. Listening to all this, her dim eyes lit up.

However, the time was too short; before we could hear enough, it was time for the visit to end.

Lin Qingping stared at the letter, her eyes revealing reluctance.

"I'll come earlier tomorrow and read it to you," Gu Juncheng said softly, tucking her in with the blanket.

Zhiyuan watched all this, ignoring his dissatisfaction, and held Lin Qingping's hand, saying, "Mom, see you tomorrow." Then, he reluctantly said goodbye to Lin Qingping and left the ward.

Once outside, Gu Juncheng said, "You have school tomorrow, how are you going to come? If you say you're coming and then don't, she'll be disappointed."

Zhiyuan then expressed his dissatisfaction, "If I don't come, Mom won't know I miss her!"

"how come……"

"Of course I will!" Zhiyuan snorted. "You'll only read what you wrote in the letter. What about what I wrote? Not a single word!"