Adele obediently stepped forward.
As they faced each other, Adele unexpectedly leaned her face into Arianaâs hand and softly called her, âMommy.
â
Tears filled Arianaâs eyes.
Her fingers quivered as they touched Adeleâs hair and face.
Finally, she mustered the strength to grasp Adeleâs chubby hand.
When her larger hand finally clasped Adeleâs smaller one, Ariana closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face, soaking her hair and the pillow.
Her daughter⦠This was the daughter she had lost and now found.
For five years, she had dreamt countless times of her daughterâs return.
Now, that dream had become reality.
At that moment, Ariana felt that all her pain and hardships of the past five years had been worth it.
Ariana engaged with the two children briefly, but their interaction was limited to conversation.
Due to Arianaâs weak state, she couldnât play with them.
Initially hesitant to disrupt the tender moment, Holden noticed Arianaâs evident fatigue.
He then requested Devin to escort the children away.
Reluctant to leave, Melon appealed to Holden, while Adele clung tightly to Ariana.
Holden knelt, patiently explaining everything until he ensured them that Devin would bring them back here the next day.
The children agreed and finally left.
Soon, only Holden and Ariana remained in the ward.
Tenderly, Holden wiped Arianaâs tears with a damp tissue and smiled softly.
âYou must be weary.
You can sleep now.
â
âIâve slept too long.
I donât want to sleep anymore,â Ariana replied, shaking her head.
She was indeed a bit drowsy, but she feared she might not awaken once she drifted off.
Understanding her concern, Holden nodded, pulling his chair closer and gently tucking her hair behind her ear.
At that moment, Ariana suddenly said, âThank you.
â
âThank me?â Holden asked gently, perplexed.
âThank me for what?â
âThank you forâ¦â Ariana coughed and took two deep breaths.
Then, she responded, âOur family has endured immense pain and separation.
Itâs thanks to you that all four of us are together again.
â
Upon hearing this, Holden smiled warmly and shook his head.
âI should be the one thanking you.
Thank you for holding on so that I could be with you.
When youâre better, letâs hold a wedding again, okay?â
Holding Arianaâs hand, Holden asked gently and earnestly, âAriana, will you marry me again?â
Ariana didnât answer immediately, falling into a thoughtful silence.
Her reaction made Holden grip her hand tightly, a hint of nervousness flickering across his face.
He asked again quickly, âWill you marry me again?â
âI do,â Ariana answered softly, meeting his gaze.
âIf I can survive.
â