"I know, I've always known."
Chen Zhi's mother smiled as she blinked away the tears in her eyes, tenderly caressing Chen Zhi's cheeks with love.
"Actually, Mom loves you very much. Although Mom didn't pay much attention to you when you were little, you must believe that I've always loved you."
"Mom, I understand everything. I know you've suffered a lot for me, and it was always you taking care of me. From now on, let me take care of you, just like how you took care of me."
They say that a child's love is not as deep as a parent's, but Chen Zhi's mother deeply felt that Chen Zhi's love was no less than her own.
This child, she was an angel sent to her by heaven; without her, perhaps she would have long ceased to live.
"Xiaozhi, if Mom really isn't around anymore in the future, you must take good care of yourself, okay? Don't be sad for Mom. The fact that my body has held up until now is already a miracle."
