"Little one..." she struggled to sit up, "You just have to be good...wait, wait until mother's illness is better..." Her voice trailed off, for how could her illness ever get better,The four-year-old child, with a face full of tears, finally managed to hold them back and declared in a loud voice, "Okay, good girl, Zhi'er. Mommy will also be a good girl and take her medicine. Once I'm better, we'll fly kites together!",At that spark of lightning, Wen Xue Luo suddenly lifted a tear-stained face. Her eyes, like those of a venomous snake, were locked on him. With lips barely parted, she spoke in a voice as low as a whisper: "I knew long ago that my child wouldn't survive. Now using it to save your son... it's a fair price."。