"Mother, I'm all right, I can take care of myself. Just leaving Henuan and Hemei with me will be enough!" Yun Jinnian gently arranged Mrs. Han's hair, "Mother, I am strong and courageous, not a delicate flower that cannot withstand the wind in a greenhouse, but a large tree that grows against the chill and dew. I was born facing the wind, unafraid of setbacks, unafraid of difficulties. I am a child of the Han Family; I possess all the pride of my maternal grandfather and you!"
Those were not dreams; they were her previous life.
Heaven had pity on her, and she was reborn.
Her previous life was not just fleeting clouds; those were real events that had happened.
She had survived the chopping of her hands and the amputation of her feet; what else could she not face?
Mrs. Han nodded.
