Jiang Yisheng came downstairs after his bath, only to find everyone gathered in the living room, their faces showing surprise.
It was nearly ten oâclock, on any normal day his grandmother would have retired to her room by now, yet there she was, still sitting there.
As he adjusted his sleeves, he walked over, "Grandma, why are you still drinking tea? Be careful or you might have trouble sleeping tonight."
"Itâs fine, Iâm so happy tonight that even if I canât sleep, itâs okay," Mrs. Jiang said, her smile so wide she could barely close her mouth, dispelling her previous worries.
Jiang Yisheng was puzzled, "Whatâs there to be so happy about?"
"Xiaojiu just called to say that Ahan woke up, and they are on their way back," Veya explained softly as she came out of the kitchen.
"Cousin woke up?" Jiang Yisheng exclaimed with joy, "Thatâs really great news."
Could it be that he was stimulated into waking up by what Ji Mingqian said?
Veya said, "They havenât had dinner yet, so Jiuma and I prepared some food. If anyone is hungry, letâs eat together as a late-night snack."
Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside.
Everyone instinctively looked towards the door.
Mo Chen, in particular, ran to the door and peered out eagerly.
Underneath the dim streetlights, three figures walked slowly towards the house.
Seeing Ye Jiuliang return, Mo Chen broke into a beaming smile.
He jogged out and stepped down the porch, "Sister."
Stopping in his tracks, his eyes shone with the bright look of a child who had long awaited the return of a loved one.
Ye Jiuliang smiled, her gaze inadvertently catching sight of the bandaged wrist he was hiding.
"What happened to your hand?"
"Just a little sprain," Mo Chen said rather sheepishly, hiding his hand behind him, "Itâs nothing serious, it will heal with a couple of daysâ dressing."
Ye Jiuliang was somewhat skeptical, remembering that Ji Mingqian had mentioned Mo Suâs visit to Mo Garden that afternoon, giving her an idea of what might have happened.
She patted his shoulder, "Itâs chilly outside, letâs talk inside."
Mo Chen smiled, his gaze shifting to Li Mochan, and he greeted him respectfully, "Brother-in-law."
Li Mochan gave him a glance and grunted softly, unusually void of his usual "fierce" demeanor.
As the group entered the living room, Jiang Yisheng caught sight of the last person to come in and surprise flickered in his eyes.
Why had he come along?
"Grandma, Uncle, Auntie," Li Mochan greeted each person in the living room.
"Itâs good that youâre awake," Mrs. Jiang sighed with relief as she saw her grandson return safe and sound.
Li Mochanâs normally icy voice softened a bit, "Sorry, Grandma, for worrying you all."
Mrs. Jiang patted his arm, her wrinkled face twisting into a big smile, "As long as you are alright, thatâs what matters."
Jiang Yisheng scrutinized Li Mochan carefully, noticing something different in his tone.
After his memory loss, he seemed somewhat alienated from them, but now he seemed as if...
He ventured a question, "Cousin, have you recovered your memory?"
At his words, everyone froze, then turned to look at Li Mochan with hopeful eyes.
Li Mochan nodded slightly.
There was a second of silence before a cheer erupted.
"Really? Mohan, have you really regained your memory?" Mrs. Jiang asked excitedly.
Li Mochan hummed affirmatively, "Itâs true."
Mrs. Jiang couldnât stop smiling, her excitement was beyond control, "Thatâs wonderful, such a blessing from heaven."
Veyaâs eyes crinkled with a smile as she called out, "You havenât had dinner yet, right? Come on, the food is ready, letâs eat while itâs hot."