Ye Lu's face turned pale, her heart trembling.
The real pain was coming, but she had to make a choice.
She took Yuanyuan's hand, her face filled with reluctance, her hand stretching out to caress his small face, her heart ached terribly, tears falling one by one.
Her children, they were her precious treasures, the ones she could least bear to part with.
Just like the flesh of her heart, cutting it off would bring piercing, bone-deep pain.
However, if as a mother, she could no longer protect their safety, then no matter how painful it was, she withstood making a choice.
She tightly gripped her child's hand, but in the end, she let go.
"Third Young Master."
She walked up to Third Young Master Jun, her voice trembling, her tear-filled gaze was firm.
"I am willing to give Yiyi to you, but my only condition is that you must also take Yuanyuan. Send him abroad to receive the best treatment, you must cure his hand."
