Tong Hua looked at Shen Qianshu's eyes as the image of the face of Ye Ling's second personality kept lingering in his mind. That was a face that could make others have nightmares. If he were to say that he was not afraid, that would be a lie. When he was hugging Ye Ling, he was thinking in his heart that his daddy would not go crazy and kill him. If not, that would be a tragedy.
His silence made Shen Qianshu feel heartache.
"Mommy, I will try to accept him," Tong Hua said. "Mommy, you were also very afraid of him back then. But now, you are not afraid already. In the future, I will also not be afraid. I am his son. I won't be afraid."
Shen Qianshu nodded her head. She felt very reassured. Her sensible son had given her strength and comfort amidst this state of bloodiness and chaos.
