"Jingwu, go down and have something to eat first. Seventeen and the others need to have breakfast too, and then they have to take their medicine," Rhee said hesitantly, not daring to bring up Jian Qing for fear of upsetting him. From what she had heard from Jian Luo and the others, Jian Qing's whereabouts were now unknown, and his fate uncertain. Their son had always valued Jian Qing more than his own life, and now with Jian Qing missing, he was almost like a walking corpse, a puppet, completely hollowed out.
Quan Jingwu nodded lightly, and Rhee, looking at his face which had grown significantly thinner, stepped forward to help him carry the little one.
"Nineteen, come here, do you want Grandma to hold you?"
"No, I want Daddy." Nineteen's little head nestled on Quan Jingwu's shoulder, clinging to him resolutely and refusing to come down.
Quan Jingwu looked at the two little treasures in his arms, meeting their bright eyes, and his gaze soften slightly as he walked out with them.
