Lu Jun was sick for three days, with a high fever that kept coming back.
Lu Xunzhi and his wife hurriedly wrapped up their affairs in Paris and rushed back.
As soon as they approached the door, they saw the pale and tired child on the sickbed.
Liang Xiaoqi approached him with a heart full of love, sat by the bed, held Lu Jun's hand, and patiently and gently comforted him.
Song Zhen whispered, "I'm sorry, I couldn't take good care of Xiaojun."
Lu Xunzhi patted his shoulder and looked at the mother and son quietly speaking inside.
Liang Xiaoqi cradled the child's thin face and said gently, "Xiaojun, every one of us in this world has no way to choose where we come from. I know what you mind about, but parents are not something you can choose. Parents are merely your origin, as the saying goes, a hero doesn't ask where they come from. Your future, your life, everything is in your own hands, this is all..."
