Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him. Flowers will bloom on the other side and we will meet each other in the underworld.
You can't give up on him, and I can't live without you. We torture each other and suffer from each other, but I still don't want to let go. If I want to help you, who will save me?
Chen Chen: Wife, wait for me when we meet again in five years.
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