Shu Yu couldn't help but pat Little Song Le's head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I promise the beads won't fall when they're with Aunt. When you grow up and can take care of them, I'll return them to you, okay?"
She was worried that today's incident might happen again, fortunate that Yuan Shanchuan had seen it this time, but what about next time?
Right now Little Song Le is still young. When he grows up and becomes sensible, Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng will explain his background and the origin of the beads to him, and then he can decide what to do with them.
Little Song Le pressed his lips together, glanced reluctantly at the beads, then nodded emphatically.
Actually, he has always held onto these beads because they are what his father left behind, very important.
He is a small, lonely person, with only these beads accompanying him, just like his parents are with him, making him feel he isn't alone.
Back then, every night before going to bed, he would look at these beads.
