"Mom, are you feeling better?" Su Yaoguang looked at Zhang Zhaodi with concern.
Zhang Zhaodi had eaten and drunk some water, finally recovering a bit.
She realized she hadn't been dreaming; her daughter had really come for her.
She sat up, tidying her hair, trying hard to appear less disheveled.
"Mom, how long have they kept you locked up?"
"Not long at all, don't cry..." Zhang Zhaodi wiped the tears from Su Yaoguang's cheeks. "Silly girl, it's just a small misunderstanding, it'll be fine once it's cleared up. They're just angry right now and won't listen to my explanation, but once they've calmed down, they'll definitely believe me."
"Mom, tell me what happened, I'll listen to see what's really going on."
