He could not promise her that the children would be fine and that they would come back soon.
Nor could he say that we would find the children soon.
It was not as if he did not know how hurtful these vague promises were. Therefore, he said nothing and could do nothing. He could only wait, wait for daybreak, and wait for news.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, but it was already gripping Yan Huan’s and everyone’s hearts. How could their three children Suffer Like This? How Old were they? What did they do wrong, if someone really had to accept the punishment, then it should be given to them as parents.
The rain outside was getting heavier. Lu Yi took off his clothes and draped them over Yan Huan’s body. Yan Huan’s body was extremely cold, and her hands had never felt warm before. It was so cold that there was almost no warmth left.
