Zhu Miaoyue was certainly aware of Rong Shengsheng's anxiety and worry; she too felt panicked and heartbroken. With only Li Hanxian as her son, she didn't want to experience the grief of a parent burying their child.
If possible, she would willingly trade her own life for Li Hanxian's.
She extended her hand to gently stroke Rong Shengsheng's hair. "Shengsheng, don't be too anxious, we will find a way. There's a saying, 'After the darkness of willow trees, flowers bloom anew in spring,' we will wait for that day."
Rong Shengsheng watched the roses in the garden quietly; she knew that someday, an antidote for the h poison would be developed, whether in 10 or perhaps 50 years.
In any case, if it wasn't developed within these few months, it would be pointless.
Because Li Hanxian didn't have much time left...
Heaven had only granted him a few months...
After a brief conversation, it was time for dinner.
After the meal, the two children also returned home by car.
