After more than six hours of flight, it was already midnight. Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan were anxious and even more exhausted. With Song Xiaodong's comfort, both of them eventually fell asleep on Song Xiaodong's shoulder.
Song Xiaodong looked at their haggard faces and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. Although he had been young when his own parents died, he remembered how heartbroken he had been. He could fully empathize with the siblings.
What Song Xiaodong was most worried about was that when he arranged for friends to rescue Miao Qingyuan, they had made it clear that there wasn't much hope of success. It wasn't that those people were too difficult to handle, but that local armed groups would typically kill their captives after robbing them, rarely leaving any survivors.
However, he truly couldn't bear to tell Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan this—it was simply too cruel.
