眼皮又沉了沉，叶玄threatenedtoletitcloseagain.“玄儿，你快睁开眼看看我啊！你昏迷了三天三夜，可把妈担心坏了！” The woman’s voice was full of grief, making him almost want to ignore her.

He reluctantly opened his eyes again, just to find a young woman in her twenties kneeling beside the bed, her eyes red-rimmed and full of tears. She was his mother, Mu Chenxiu, the only one who had survived the massacre due to some luck.

“妈……” Yexuan’s voice was hoarse and weak, like a long time without speaking.

Mum Chenxiu was overjoyed to see him wake up, almost crying again. “You’re awake! You’re awake! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” She immediately got up and started fanning him.

After Chenxiu had fanned him for a while, she reminded him, “The matter has been resolved, but the matter is still under control. The local government has promised to help us look for your family members, but we don’t know where they are for the time being. We must recuperate first. The house here is too small. I’ll find a bigger one for you soon.”