I slept with the wrong person on my wedding night, and the boss spoiled me rotten!

The moment the ward door was pushed open, Jiang Xuxu subconsciously turned her head.

A slender figure walked in against the light, seemingly carrying something in her arms, her steps light and quick.

"Lifelike!"

A familiar voice rang out, and Jiang Xuxu paused for a moment, then her eyes widened in surprise: "Siyu?"

Huo Siyu walked quickly to the bedside, put the little one down, hugged Jiang Xuxu tightly, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Great! You can really see it! I knew the surgery would be successful!"

Jiang Xuxu hugged her tightly, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

During her three years abroad, Huo Siyu was one of the few sources of warmth she received.

Although he was very busy with domestic business, he always made time to visit her and help her take care of her children.

"Siyu, thank you."

Jiang Xuxu released her, her gaze falling on the small figure beside her, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

It was a boy, about three or four years old, wearing a light blue sweatshirt. He had a round face and skin as white and tender as a peeled egg.

He stood obediently beside Huo Siyu's legs, his bright black eyes timidly yet curiously observing Jiang Xuxu.

That was her son.

It was the son she gave birth to with Gu Jingshen after ten months of pregnancy.

For the past three years, she has only been able to trace the outline of her son with her fingertips and listen to his voice with her ears.

Jiang Xuxu's lips trembled slightly, and her throat felt like it was blocked by something, so she couldn't say a word.

She slowly squatted down to be at eye level with the little one.

"Nianchen..."

She called her son's name softly, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "Come here, let Mom see you."

Nianchen tilted his head and stared into Jiang Xuxu's eyes for a long time, as if trying to confirm something.

Then, he grinned, revealing a few tiny teeth, and stumbled into Jiang Xuxu's arms.

"Mommy, can you see Chenchen now?"

The soft, sweet voice of a child reached her ears, and Jiang Xuxu's tears instantly flowed freely.

She hugged her son's small body tightly, buried her face in his shoulder, and sobbed uncontrollably.

This was the first time in three years that she had seen her son's face.

So this is what he looks like.

His eyes were so bright, his eyelashes so long, and the curve of his lips when he smiled...

Jiang Xuxu's heart skipped a beat.

That curve is just like Gu Jingshen.

She slowly released her son, cupped his little face in her hands, and looked at him inch by inch.

Those bright black eyes, that straight, upturned nose, those thin lips…

Everywhere, there is that person's shadow.

"Mom, why are you crying?"

Gu Nianchen reached out his chubby little hand and clumsily wiped away her tears. "Don't cry, don't cry. A kiss from Nianchen will make it stop hurting."

He stood on tiptoe and gave Jiang Xuxu a quick kiss on the cheek.

Jiang Xuxu stopped crying and smiled, hugging him back into her arms: "Mommy didn't cry, Mommy is just so happy."

Huo Siyu stood aside, watching this scene, and quietly wiped the corner of her eye.

She took a thick photo album out of her bag and handed it to Jiang Xuxu.

"Xuxu, these are the photos you asked me to organize. All the photos you took of Xiao Nianchen over the past three years are here."

Jiang Xuxu took the photo album and gently stroked the cover with her fingers.

This was her only thought during those three years abroad.

Although she couldn't see, she still asked Huo Siyu to teach her how to use a camera and took pictures of her son by feel.

On the same day of every month, in the same location, from the same angle.

She thought that one day when she could see, she could use these photos to piece together the trajectory of her son's growth.

She opened the photo album.

The first picture shows Nianchen, a tiny, wrinkled baby, lying in a hospital crib shortly after birth.

The second picture shows Nianchen after three months, when she learned to smile, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

The third picture shows Nianchen at six months old, starting to learn to sit, crooked and wobbly, like a roly-poly toy.

The fourth picture shows Nianchen at one year old, during his first birthday celebration. He grabbed a calligraphy brush, and his hands were covered in ink.

The fifth one...

The sixth one...

Jiang Xuxu turned the pages one by one, her vision blurred with tears time and time again.

So that's how her son grew up.

So this is what those moments she could only touch with her hands were like.

Turn to the last page, and you'll find Nianchen's most recent photos.

At three years and two months old, wearing that blue sweatshirt, she stood in the yard, holding a small wildflower in her hand, smiling brightly.

Jiang Xuxu closed the photo album and hugged her son back into her arms.

"Mommy, will you be able to see Nianchen again?" Nianchen asked, looking up at his mother.

"Yes." Jiang Xuxu kissed his forehead. "From now on, Mom will be able to see Nianchen every day."

Huo Siyu whispered from the side, "Xuxu, Nianchen is really a good boy. These past three years, you've raised him all by yourself, it hasn't been easy for you."

Jiang Xuxu shook her head and smiled: "With him here, no matter how difficult it is, it's all worth it."

She lowered her head and looked at the little one in her arms.

These are her flesh and blood, her deepest concern in this world.

No matter who he looks like, no matter what happened in the past, from now on, she will watch him grow up.

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Meanwhile, at the other end of the hospital corridor.

Gu Jingshen was accompanying Lin Tingran as they came out of the ophthalmology clinic.

She had just finished her examination, holding a stack of reports in her hand, and softly took his arm.

"Jing Shen, the doctor said I don't have any major problems, just that I'm overusing my eyes, and he prescribed some eye drops."

Lin Tingran said softly, "Thank you for coming with me today."

Gu Jingshen gave a faint "hmm," his gaze casually sweeping across the corridor.

They passed a doctor's office; the door was ajar, and they could hear several nurses talking inside.

"That corneal transplant surgery today was truly beautiful. Dr. Liu truly deserves to be one of the top experts in the country."

"Yes, I heard the patient was a special case, with a very complicated situation. It's a miracle that the surgery was so successful."

"What's his name again? He seems quite young."

"Jiang Xuxu, I heard she just came back from abroad. It's so great that we'll be able to see her after the surgery."

Jiang Xuxu.

These three words struck Gu Jingshen's mind like a bolt of lightning, catching him completely off guard.

He stopped abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply.

Jiang Xuxu.

Why does this name sound so familiar?

Something seemed to be desperately trying to surge out of my mind, and a blurry image flashed by.

A woman's gentle smile, a pair of slender hands, a familiar voice calling his name...

"Depth of field?"

Lin Tingran noticed his unusual behavior and tugged at his sleeve. "What's wrong?"

Gu Jingshen did not answer; his brows were furrowed.

My head started to hurt, like something was tearing inside, trying to break through the soil.

The blurry images became clearer and clearer...

"Xuxu..."

The name escaped his lips, so softly it was almost inaudible.

"Depth of field!"

Lin Tingran panicked and grabbed his arm. "You look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?"

Gu Jingshen shook his head, trying to dispel the chaotic images, but his head only felt more and more painful, as if it were about to explode.

He staggered, his body leaning forward uncontrollably.

Just then, he suddenly raised his head.

At the end of the corridor, a familiar figure walked out of the ward.

She was wearing a light blue hospital gown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, holding a child in her arms, and talking to the person next to her with her head turned to the side.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow upon her.

That face, that silhouette, those eyes... it was her.

A severe headache struck, and Gu Jingshen's vision began to blur.

He reached out, wanting to walk in that direction, wanting to call out that name, but his body wouldn't obey him and he fell downwards.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Lin Tingran's scream exploded in his ears, but he could no longer hear it.

Before his consciousness completely faded into darkness, he saw the woman at the end of the corridor turn her head.

Their gazes, separated by a long corridor, by three years, and by countless forgotten memories, finally met.

Then... everything returned to darkness.