Tang Yuchen frowned unhappily and said, "He is my son, why would I dislike him? It doesn't matter if he starts speaking a few years later than other children or learns to read and write later. I will fight for everything for him, and I will never let his starting point be worse than anyone else's."
An Ruo lowered her head to look at Kangkang, a faint smile curving at the corners of her mouth.
The man hugged her even tighter, resting his chin on top of her head, and said softly, "We can have only Kangkang as our child in this lifetime. We'll give him all our love, and I believe there will come a day when he will be completely healthy."
An Ruo's body tensed slightly, her head was lowered and he couldn't see the moved expression in her eyes.
Indeed, having just Kangkang as their child in this lifetime and giving him all their love—what did it matter if he wasn't normal? Having their love was enough for him.
