Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2687 - 2686: Mortal Love, Love for the Mortal World!

Over the several days Lin Dong shared with his mother, the home overflowed with rediscovered coziness and chuckles. Sunlight streamed through scattered clouds, infusing extra tenderness into this tranquil rural spot.

That particular day, a flashy red Ferrari eased into the village, shattering the everyday calm and pulling the eyes of the locals.

Lin Dong was out in the yard alongside his mother, sorting newly gathered veggies, when the noise caught his ear. He glanced up, a flicker of astonishment crossing his gaze.

Out of that opulent sports car emerged five elegant ladies; these were the women closest to his soul: Bai Jue, Qiao Bing, Li Qingcheng, Tang Mu, and Qingye Piaoxue.

Clad in stylish yet poised outfits, they formed a vivid clash against the simple village backdrop, but somehow blended in seamlessly.

Bai Jue stood out especially, her belly showing a slight swell, her features beaming with a nurturing radiance that softened her aura even more.

Lin Dong dropped what he was doing in a hurry and strode over to them fast, his chest swelling with joy beyond words.

"How come you're here? You should've let me know beforehand, so I could come fetch you."

His words carried a blend of shock and mild scolding.

Qiao Bing grinned teasingly, her gaze sparkling with playfulness: "We wanted to surprise granny, naturally. We haven't gotten to meet her yet. Lin Dong, hurry and introduce us to granny."

While they talked, Lin Dong’s mother stepped out from the dwelling after hearing the sounds. A soft smile lit her face, and warmth filled her eyes.

At this sight, the five ladies quickly formed a tidy line and bowed respectfully, their tones clear and charming: "Bai Jue (Qiao Bing, Li Qingcheng, Tang Mu, Qingye Piaoxue), paying respects to granny."

Beholding these five breathtaking beauties in front of her, Lin Dong’s mother felt a surge of deep, wordless feelings in her chest.

She looked at them with kindness, her voice gentle and laced with feeling: "My Dong’er, what merits or fortunes does he possess to earn such fortune, to claim all five of you lovely ladies. It’s truly the gods’ grace upon our Lin household."

With that, she eagerly beckoned them inside: "Come on in, everyone. I’ll whip up some sugar cakes for you; it’s our family’s special recipe, I hope it suits your taste."

The five ladies shared knowing looks, their eyes brimming with eagerness and thanks.

They trailed after Lin Dong’s mother, entering the modest home that wafted with comforting domestic scents.

Within the dwelling, a subtle fragrance lingered, evoking the essence of family bonds and affectionate flavors.

Lin Dong lingered nearby, observing the moment, his heart brimming with a level of bliss he’d never known before.

As Lin Dong’s mother hustled about in the kitchen, the five ladies clustered close, lending a hand or engaging in talk, their area echoing with nonstop giggles.

In this compact setting, affection and joy, much like the sugar cakes simmering away, diffused a sweet, cozy vibe that touched every soul present.

Soon the sugar cakes were done, topped with delicate sugar grains over their golden crusts, releasing a tempting sugary scent.

The group gathered round the table, savoring this classic, heartwarming treat, each face glowing with pure delight.

Lin Dong nibbled softly on the sugar cake he held, and the well-known flavor right away stirred the recollections long hidden in his mind.

It was like journeying back to that bitter cold winter, the season when their region faced an unusual freeze catastrophe, leading to an early closure of schools.

The route from the town academy to their hamlet stretched ten miles over rugged hills.

On that day, Lin Dong headed home full of hope, unaware that misfortune would soon strike.

The snow-blanketed mountain trail turned dangerously slick, and with a single misstep, Lin Dong tumbled down a sharp incline. A sharp cry escaped as his leg snapped harshly.

Stranded alone on the frost-dusted earth, the surroundings appeared locked in frost, branches and trunks sheathed in white, resembling frozen statues. Lin Dong’s agonized calls seemed insignificant in this merciless chill, as though swallowed whole.

He attempted to shift himself, but the injured limb kept him pinned, forcing him into helpless stillness.

In that frozen realm, it felt like he was sealed in a glacial cage, bound by layers of snow and frost. Night fell swiftly, and he sensed utter isolation from everything.

Right then, as just a boy, fear gripped him intensely. That utter desperation hurt more than any end.

Yet deep into the night, a persistent call rang out. "Dong’er, Dong’er."

It was his mother’s voice!

Mother had located him, her expression worn from concern but fiercely determined in the dim moonlight.

Without pause, she knelt and summoned every bit of her power to hoist Lin Dong and bear him toward home. Her frame wasn’t wide, but in that instant, it became the steadiest haven in Lin Dong’s world.

Each footfall through the drifts proved grueling, but mother pressed on without falter. She breathed in labored gasps, though her stride stayed steady. Resting against her, Lin Dong sensed her every pulse and sigh, overwhelmed by thankfulness and remorse. He realized he’d brought her endless hardship and anxiety.

Glancing behind, the icy figures of frozen forms lingered, yet they held no power to restrain Lin Dong anymore.

The shadows acted like unseen chains, gripping them tight. But with mother by his side, those bonds felt utterly breakable.

Through her devotion and bravery, mother carved a way back to safety for Lin Dong.

At last, after an arduous journey, they emerged from the frozen wastes, stepping into the comforting glow of their abode.

The home’s light, akin to soothing rays, at once banished the gloom and terror from Lin Dong’s spirit.

In that instant, it resembled a fresh beginning, with agony and hopelessness crumbling alongside the night’s restraints.

Mother eased him onto the bedding, then settled at the edge, caressing his face lightly.

"Dong’er, no need to fear, mother’s right here." Her tone was soothing yet resolute, like a comforting current washing over Lin Dong’s heart.

That evening, she prepared his beloved sugar cakes.

The sugary scent of the cakes filled the space, quickly rousing Lin Dong’s senses.

He devoured the sugar cakes eagerly, each morsel packed with his mother’s tenderness and attention. It stood as the finest treat he’d tasted; the sweetness delighted not just his palate but healed his innermost being.

Mother remained at his side, gazing at him with love, now and then murmuring gently: "Dong’er, take your time eating. No tears now, you’re a big boy, a minor trouble shouldn’t bring tears."

Hearing his mother’s encouragement, a surge of warmth flooded Lin Dong’s heart.

This recollection remained so sharp and clear. Yet now, as he observed his mom and Bai Jue, Qiao Bing, Li Qingcheng, Qingye Piaoxue, Tang Mu, all sharing sugar cakes, he sensed something eluding his grasp.

"I think I’ve overlooked certain memories. And they involve these sugar cakes."

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He had indeed let some things slip away.

In this enchanting environment that held him, he overlooked how, after mother ‘passed away’ years ago, while sorting her possessions by himself, he discovered the utensils for crafting sugar cakes.

He fixed his eyes on those items for what felt like ages.

After a prolonged silence, he whispered a single line.

"Sugar cakes, so tasty. But I won’t have them anymore."

Afterward, he torched all those objects at his mother’s burial site.

However, in this realm, those recollections have vanished. The tough and sorrowful parts appear to be fading gradually.

Here, only ‘love and happiness’ remain.