Little Yichen quickly reassured her, "Mommy, don't let your imagination run wild! Didn't Uncle say that he hasn't found him yet? This means that Youyou is still alive…"
Yun Shishi sucked in a deep breath of cold air. She slowly squatted on the ground and wrapped her arms around her knees as she said in despair, "Little Yichen, Youyou has fallen into the sea. No matter how many people we send to search for him day and night, it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The sea is so big, and it's thousands of meters deep. After 72 hours, do you think that Youyou will be safe and sound? Will he… really be fine?"
Little Yichen remained silent for a moment. Even he could not guarantee that Youyou would be fine.
But he had been waiting.
Waiting for a miracle!
Yun Shishi held her forehead in despair. "For the past three days, I've been lying to myself that Youyou will be fine, Youyou will definitely be safe… but… I can't lie to myself anymore…"
