During those few nights, he was feeling drowsy in the hospital bed, and Shen Qianshu looked after him every night without sleeping. In his half-conscious state, he saw Shen Qianshu hugging onto her design sketches and crying. His heart was twisted in pain, and he thought right then how great it would be if he were dead.
If he were dead, Mommy would not lose her designs.
He was filled with remorse, felt guilty, and could never come to terms with it.
If it were not for his heart disease, he and Mommy would have never met and would have never known that there was actually someone in this world who loved him so much.
"Mommy, I was wrong. Don't be angry." Tong Hua lowered his head. His eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was gentle like a child being woken from his afternoon nap. After listening to his voice, one could not help but pull him into their embrace and dote on him.
