Qing Yi, who was driving, quietly wiped away a tear, feeling equally miserable inside.
"Daddy didn't lie to you, An'an. Mommy loves Daddy and An'an the most. She won't leave us and she will surely come back."
Jun Moyan picked up the little one from his lap and held him in his arms, consoling him in a hoarse voice, but his heart felt so suffocated he could barely breathe.
"Daddy is lying, Shangguan Daddy is lying too. All of you are lying to An'an. Mommy still hasn't come back, boo hoo..."
Jun Moyan held him, surrounded by the sound of the little one's sorrowful cries. He looked at the scene outside the car window moving backward, his eyes full of confusion, pain, and helplessness.
He didn't know what to do, not even how to comfort the child and.make him believe that their mother would return.
The hope in his heart was flickering out, and he gradually felt like he was dying a little every day he managed to get through.
