Lu Jihan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "That's not bad. Having Doraemon accompany Luolu as she grows up will definitely make her happy."
"Hmm." Song Dabai nodded happily and quickly placed Doraemon into the bag.
Song Yinyin stood quietly at the door, watching the father and son with almost identical faces, even their expressions were so similar.
Her heart couldn't help but tremble lightly.
In her mind, Song Anqi's voice suddenly echoed—
"Song Yinyin, you can choose not to believe me now, but soon you'll understand that these things can only be hidden for a while, not forever. But you must remember, this illness is hereditary. If you don't want your son to die, go ask Lu Jihan about it!"
Her heart contracted violently, and she instinctively clutched her chest.
"Jinhan..." she opened her mouth and called out his name.
Lu Jihan turned around, "What's wrong?"
"I..." The words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back.
