"Your father was able to see me, I have no regrets now," Sun Yuhua said with her last breaths. "I owe him an apology, though he doesn't mind anymore, but I still need to say it. I also owe an apology to your brother, if he were born, he would surely be as smart and adorable as you, sensible and filial. Weilin, the greatest fortune for me was to have such a good daughter like you. Unfortunately, I have to go now. You must take care of yourself, take good care of yourself, your father, Fang Ming, and the child, all of you must take care of yourselves, take good care of yourselves..."
As she spoke, Sun Yuhua took her last breath and closed her eyes, her hand slowly relaxing and falling to her side.
"Mom," Weilin cried out, her heart filled with sorrow.
The others outside also learned of Sun Yuhua's passing and couldn't help but sigh.
Weilin took care of Sun Yuhua's funeral arrangements. During Sun Yuhua's memorial service, the Yang family actually appeared.
