Wenxian sat in the car with two carefully selected clothes from the department store, feeling excited. Unconsciously, she thought that no matter which outfit she put on, it would look beautiful. With that thought in mind, a trace of worry appeared on Wenxian's loving face. If only that scar didn't exist, it would be so much better.

"Madam, we've arrived," Old Wang, the driver, slowly stopped the car, reminding Wenxian of her destination.

"Oh, alright." Wenxian shook slightly and then got out of the car. But it seemed like she remembered something and turned back to instruct Old Wang, "Old Wang, wait here with the car. I won't take long."

"Yes, Madam." Old Wang dutifully replied and parked the car on the side, waiting.

Wenxian entered the hospital and unexpectedly saw her son, Xiaokai, whom she hadn't seen in days, by the elevator. Wenxian calmly approached him and softly called out, "Xiaokai."

"Mom," Haokai turned around to face his mother, feeling no surprise at all. A gentle expression that only close relatives could see appeared on his handsome face.

"Xiaokai, are you here to see that girl too?" Wenxian held the bag of clothes with one hand and used the other to tenderly smooth out the wrinkles on her son's clothes.

"Yes, Dad just called me. He asked me to come," Haokai looked at the bag in his mother's hand and began to piece together what his father had said on the phone.

"Ding!" The elevator arrival sound interrupted Wenxian's unfinished words, and people waiting rushed forward. They almost knocked down the delicate Wenxian, but Haokai's quick eyes and hands saved the situation. He assisted his mother and made sure she stayed within his reach once they entered the elevator.

Wenxian suddenly felt that her child had grown up, to the point where he could protect her. The bitter feeling in her heart didn't diminish, instead it constantly reminded her of her debt to Xiaoyun.

"Mom, we've arrived," Haokai said as soon as the elevator doors opened, and the automated voice said, "Hello, eighth floor."

"Okay," Wenxian forced a natural smile and didn't want to worry her son. She didn't realize that her unnatural expression had already been noticed by Haokai, but he gently chose not to expose it.

Along the way, many female nurses looked at Haokai's handsome face, blushing. There were even envious glances following him, but Haokai remained cold-faced and uninterested.

Wenxian felt proud of the situation. After all, her son was outstanding. But she also felt a headache from his coldness. Helplessly, she thought about when she would be able to hold her grandchild, given her son's current behavior.

"Xiaokai, you go to your dad first. Take care of the paperwork and such. I'll go see that girl," Wenxian gently instructed her son, not bothering to see if he had anything else to say, and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

Wenxian arrived outside the ward and saw Pujun in the same position and expression as when she left, as if she didn't exist. The sound of a gentle door opening startled me. I turned around slowly to see the woman who had left and returned. Seeing her again relieved the unease in my heart, but there was a voice in my mind that kept saying, "Yuntian, where are you? Where am I?"

"Child, I brought clothes for you. Come on, let's change and get discharged from the hospital," she still had that smile that resembled Yuntian's so much. But Yuntian, where are you? I feel so lonely!

Wenxian wasn't bothered by Pujun's indifferent attitude. On the contrary, she excitedly took out the clothes from the bag. She placed them on Pujun's body and muttered to herself, "I knew they would look good."

Unable to respond to her expectant gaze, I remained silent. I didn't know how she wanted me to wear the clothes she gave me, and I didn't want to change into such strange clothes myself.

Wenxian misunderstood Pujun's unwilling expression as a sign that he might still have wounds on his body, making it inconvenient to change clothes. She smiled slightly and gently said, "Let me help you change." As she spoke, she unbuttoned the patient's uniform on Pujun's body. But the next second, Wenxian froze as if she had been struck by lightning. She stood there motionless, her gaze fixated on the pendant hanging from Pujun's neck.

Oh my God, are you kidding me? Wenxian couldn't believe it in her heart, but the person in front of her said it again. Trembling, she reached out with her fingers and gently touched the silver chain on Pujun's neck. She finally stopped at the sparkling pendant, absolutely certain that it was really appearing in front of her. It wasn't a dream. Delighted, Wenxian felt that if it was here, then its owner must be here too. Realizing this, an overwhelming joy swept over Wenxian.

"Child, where did you get this?" Wenxian grabbed Pujun's shoulders in excitement and looked at him with a fervent gaze.

Pujun looked at the woman who was calm just a moment ago but now had such an intense reaction. He lowered his head to look at the pendant on his chest, and a sense of sorrow engulfed his heart. It was the only thing Yuntian had given him that he hadn't lost, but what did it have to do with this woman in front of him?

As Haokai and Qixian entered the ward, they saw Wenxian shaking Pujun frantically, a scene that made Qixian's face turn pale. He signaled to his son with his eyes and quickly stepped forward to separate the two.

"Don't hold me back, let go! Tell me, where did you get this on your body?" Wenxian tried to break free from her husband's restraint while persistently asking Pujun.

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Haokai gently held Pujun at a distance from his mother and looked at his mother with confusion. It was hard to believe that his usually gentle mother would behave so excessively.

"Qixian, look, what is she carrying?" Wenxian saw her husband and son looking at her with puzzled expressions, so she quickly told her husband about her discovery.

Qixian looked at Pujun, who was being held in his son's arms, with a puzzled gaze. What could it be that made his usually elegant and gentle wife behave so unusually? When the shiny pendant on Pujun's chest was exposed to the air, the atmosphere in the ward became unusual.

Excitement, that was the only word that could explain the excitement on the faces of the two people in front of me. But what made me uncomfortable was the person who was now holding me tightly in their embrace. I subtly moved my body, wanting to remind this person to let go, but it seemed like they didn't hear me.

I raised my head unhappily, but I was taken aback by his face that resembled Yuntian's. My hand reached out, hesitantly touching his face, feeling its warmth. It confirmed that this person who looked so much like Yuntian was real and not a figment of my imagination.

But I understood that he was not Yuntian. My Yuntian couldn't possibly be here.

Haokai's gaze darkened slightly, but he didn't stop her unreasonable touch. His intuition told him that she was trying to confirm something, but he didn't like how it felt like she was looking through him at someone else.

Wenxian's mind was still in a state of ecstatic joy, and there was a voice in her heart saying, "My child, he's still alive. He's still alive!"

"Wenxian, be careful of your blood pressure. Don't get too excited," Qixian had to calm down his overly excited wife, but he couldn't suppress his own emotions either.

Haokai didn't pay attention to the girl he was holding in his arms. He raised his head and looked at his mother, who had an extremely joyful expression on her face.

"Mom, can you now tell us why you were so excited in the hospital?" Haokai, who had been puzzled since leaving the hospital, finally asked the question.

Wenxian turned her head and looked at her husband, receiving an encouraging gaze from him. She softly began, "Twenty-eight years ago, when Yuntian was born, he held a peculiar colorless and transparent stone in his hand. It had faint edges but its material was neither crystal nor diamond. Though I was curious, I believed it was Yuntian's destiny stone. So I had Qixian get it made into a pendant and hung it around Yuntian's neck. But... " Wenxian's gentle expression turned into a heavy sorrow in an instant.

"But an accident occurred when Yuntian turned one month old, on our way to the hotel. We were forcibly brought here and isolated from the outside world for an entire month. We couldn't even call for help. By chance, I managed to escape with Yuntian. We ran desperately, losing our way and being chased by him. In panic, I stumbled and fell off a cliff. Perhaps it was the will of the heavens, as that person caught me just as I was falling. But Yuntian, because I didn't hold onto him tightly, fell off the cliff too... and the stone also fell with Yuntian..." Sorrow and regret filled Wenxian's face, and the pain of losing her child was heartbreaking to hear.

Although Pujun didn't understand the meaning behind her words, he grasped the key points. He realized that this mother had suffered for over twenty years because she couldn't protect her child. Hearing her words made him aware that the pendant on his body and the stone she mentioned were the same. But it was too bizarre. If it weren't for the fact that he was currently in this strange world, it would be impossible to believe. How could Yuntian, who was a member of the royal family of Qicheng Kingdom, be related to this family in front of him? Yet the sense of familiarity, the resemblance in appearance, and everything else suggested that they were a family.

"Child, you're also a mother. I beg you, please tell me, where is the owner of the chain?" Wenxian interrupted Pujun's contemplation and pleaded with sorrow in her voice.

Gently placing her hands on her slightly protruding abdomen, feeling the weak but tenacious life within, Wenxian understood the feelings of a mother. She understood the sacrifices Hongling had made for her unborn child, but they were separated by different dimensions. What difference was there between this and death?

In a cold voice devoid of the former cruelty he possessed as a general, Pujun felt the movements of the small life in his abdomen and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He softly said, "I don't know if the person who gave me the chain is the same person you mentioned. He is a person of high status and responsibility." Pujun didn't know how to explain it to them, so he could only give a vague explanation.

As Pujun spoke, the atmosphere in the room became heavy, making it hard to breathe. The expressions of the three individuals were all different. Qixian had initially thought she was a mute who couldn't speak, but he was suddenly startled when Pujun spoke. Haokai, on the other hand, was surprised by the convincing tone that came from someone who appeared weak. Wenxian, upon hearing Pujun's response, shed tears of joy.

"Then where is he? Can I... can I see him?" Wenxian's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Pujun with eager anticipation. She voiced her expectations, unaware that it was an impossible request.

"No, if you were able to see him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be here talking to you today," Pujun knew that saying this would break the heart of the woman in front of him, who had suffered for more than twenty years due to her inability to protect her child. But he still decided to reveal the truth.

"Why?" Wenxian couldn't understand why she knew where Yuntian was but wasn't allowed to see him. She looked at Pujun with a questioning gaze, her eyes filled with eagerness.

At this moment, Qixian gently embraced his wife's shoulder. He spoke in a gentle tone, "Wenxian, you need to calm down." Qixian didn't know how to comfort his wife in this situation, as it was quite unbelievable. But he understood that if he didn't explain, Wenxian would likely blame herself to death. Qixian took a deep breath and continued, "Yuntian is likely living in another parallel timeline, separate from this world. And she is someone who has come from that timeline." Qixian thought this explanation might help Wenxian understand, but looking at her blank expression, he knew he hadn't convinced her.

"Mom, she is the girl I found. I know the situation better than anyone else, and Dad and I analyzed it together," Haokai deeply understood the guilt his mother felt for his older brother, whom she had never met. This was something he had always felt was unfair since he was a child. He had always thought he was the only child in the family, seeing other children cuddling and playing with their mothers. However, he often saw his mother secretly crying when no one was around, saying, "I'm sorry, I should have taken better care of you..." Today, he had to step forward and speak, hoping that his mother could emerge from the shadow of losing her elder brother.

"How could this be? How could it be like this?" Wenxian didn't want to believe it, but she deeply understood that her husband and son wouldn't deliberately deceive her to help her forget the pain of losing her child. But she truly didn't want to believe that just when they had found a clue, it abruptly vanished.

"Your pain will only make your child suffer more. Why not free yourself and free your child from this pain? Losing him only means it wasn't meant to be. Why torment your soul with the knowledge of an impossible reunion?" Pujun's gaze turned cold, his words sharp. He forcefully reopened Wenxian's scarred and festering wound, clearing away the unhealed flesh and malignant tumors.