Shen Yijia did not know when these kids had colluded behind her back. For the past few days, she had been forced to practice calligraphy at home. Even though she could see her husband's handsome face when she looked up, she couldn't take it anymore. She felt dizzy the moment she saw the words.
At the An family home, Father An leaned against the headboard. Auntie Tian kept nagging in his ear, "Good things come to good people. We finally have something to look forward to."
His thoughts flew to the day of the accident.
Why would someone who typically stayed at home suddenly go to the river in the middle of winter?
He was actually there to commit suicide.
An Dong wanted to marry and have children, and Xiu'er also wanted to find a husband.
He did not want to burden his family with this sickly body, so he wanted to commit suicide. Unexpectedly, he heard the child's cry for help.
Perhaps this was fate.
