Watching over Xiao Wenyue, Lin Shu thought of Little Tangyuan, a sting in her heart.
No matter which child faced such misfortune, she would be devastated.
She thought that by keeping Little Tangyuan near her, the child would have a better life.
Little Tangyuan would not be on this ship, and certainly not kidnapped, if it weren't for her.
And now, her whereabouts are unknown.
"Do you think all of this is my fault?"
Lin Shu raised her head to look at Fang Zhi, her voice choked with emotion.
"No."
Fang Zhi quickly answered.
But Lin Shu found no comfort in his response, tears spilling more profusely.
"How can it not be my fault? If Little Tangyuan hadn't met me, she wouldn't have been taken away, and wouldn't have been on this ship."
"But if it wasn't for you, she might have starved to death or met worse fate."
After all, looking at what Little Tangyuan's mother was like, it was hard to believe she could be trusted.
