"No, Dad...Dad, how could you...how could you leave me alone..." Han Qianqian was still sobbing, her voice seemed to strain from her heart, using all her strength.
The voice pierced Shi Annuo's heart, causing intense waves of pain.
He held her tightly in his arms, cradling the nape of her neck against his chest. He spoke in a quiet whisper, "Qianqian, no matter what happens, you still have me, everything...you have me..."
His normally cold eyes filled with a fierce tenderness and compassion. He stroked her face and drew her forehead to his, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm with you, I won't ever leave you..."
At his words, Han Qianqian cried even harder. No one knew how much she was trembling with fear, or how acute her pain and terror were at this moment.
But her heart gradually became calm again.
A moment later, when she stopped crying, Shi Annuo wanted to take her home. But she asked him to handle the arrangements for Han Wen's funeral.
