Chapter 251. How Short-Lived Is Juvenile Hemoptysis - Part 3

I smiled and looked at the black-and-white picture on the tombstone. I couldn't shed a single drop of tears, but my heart was dripping blood. I knew that she was afraid when I just lost my child and learned that something had happened to her, she would be completely unable to bear it and walk on.

"Did she leave a message for me?"

"She said that the child will be left to you to raise like your own, and you will give her a name. She said she left you a child to accompany you in the future, and you don't have to be afraid of having no one by your side and to look after you when you grow old."

Jon said it calmly as if he has been rehearsing it a thousand times.

I felt cold, but my forehead began to sweat.

Forced to endure the pain in my heart, I smiled and I just said, "Good."

As soon as I heard this, I suddenly felt a surge of weird sweetness coming from my throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

And I felt that my bones a