Her child died, but in exchange, that saved Tong Hua. In the end, it was a good thing.
It was destined. The fate of her and Tong Hua's mother continued from there.
Her son's heart was beating in Tong Hua's body.
So, Tong Hua was her life.
She returned home from Paris hurriedly. After settling all the matters, she brought Tong Hua to Paris again to resume her studies.
She caressed the face of the deeply asleep Tong Hua and said quietly, "Tong Hua, for you, I can do anything."
The next morning, Lin Xiaojuan came hurriedly. Shen Qianshu's hair was in a huge mess. She was so tired her eyes could barely open since she barely slept at all, and she could not get up from her bed.
"Tong Hua's really alright?"
"He's fine," Shen Qianshu said. "Someone saved him."
