New Year's Eve, the ground covered in white snow.
After hearing about the child from Yang Zijing's mouth, Su Nian and Shen Hanxiu dared not delay in their search.
If that child wasn't there, Su Nian always felt their happiness was incomplete. Now knowing the child is alive, Su Nian was so excited and thrilled that she was all tense.
The car drove on the snow-cleared road, Su Nian turned to look at Shen Hanxiu, who was driving; he seemed just as tense as her, his jaw clenched.
"Old Shen, do you think the child will hate us?"
"Even if he hates, he is still our son."
Su Nian looked out the window and sighed, "Ah, even if he hates, it's justified... he surely had a tough life these years."
"Think about the time when you didn't know he was still alive."
Shen Hanxiu's words instantly changed Su Nian's mood.
Born prematurely at eight months, staying in an incubator for less than a day, and nearly lost, surviving was already a favor from heaven.
