It wasn't until the next morning that Xia Jiehao woke up. He seemed to have had a nightmare, and his shouting broke out in a cold sweat, "Lanzi! Bao'er! Run away quickly!"
"Had a nightmare, huh?" Mrs. Xia had been sleeping on the floor, staying by his side all night. The moment she heard the commotion, she woke up, hurriedly climbed up from the floor, and comfortingly patted his back, "It's all over now; those robbers have been caught by the authorities."
Xia Jiehao had by now remembered everything from yesterday. He breathed a sigh of relief but looked at Mrs. Xia with guilt in his eyes:
"Lanzi, I'm so sorry. If it weren't for me suggesting we drive to Capital City, you and your daughter could have taken the train and avoided this ordeal."
As he spoke, the grown man's eyes turned red again. He was annoyed, hitting his own head, and finally, his fingers twisted in his hair. It is said that men do not shed tears lightly, only because they haven't reached the point of heartbreak.
