Chenghong was wrapped in a warm fur coat, eating the chicken leg that Tingyuan had secretly hidden, and he looked at Yuehuan and asked, "Mother, will Uncle come again?" Chenghong hoped that Tingyuan would come more often so he could eat meat.
Yuehuan's nose tingled with emotion.
Qian Tu tenderly touched his son's gaunt face. His younger son was gone, and only this last drop of blood remained. No matter what, he had to ensure his son's safety. Qian Tu looked at Yuehuan and said, "Wife, you should go back to your family! All I ask is that once you're out, you also manage to save Chenghong." Qian Tu was suggesting a separation from Yuehuan, believing that if the Lian family was willing, they could surely save Chenghong too.
Yuehuan gave a bitter smile. If it were possible, she would have already taken her son away. Unfortunately, imagination is beautiful, but reality is so harsh.
