The fluffy Little Fox, lying next to another doll, looked all the more adorable. It was a heartwarming scene, but it made Du Juan's eyes turn red.
"That's Duoduo's favorite doll. She had to hug it every night before she could fall asleep…"
Staring at the fluffy doll, all Du Juan could see was Duoduo's sweet, rosy face, whispering secrets to her from under the covers each night.
Those happy moments now felt impossibly far away.
"I'm taking this doll with me for now."
Qiao An, unsure how to comfort the grieving mother, walked to the door. But she couldn't bring herself to leave just yet and slowly came to a halt.
"You have to stay strong. This family will be whole again. Believe in yourself. Fate won't let the wicked get away with it, and it won't forsake the good."
Du Juan didn't know what methods Qiao An would use to find her child, but she had overheard her on the phone in the car trying to find some wild dogs. She had a vague idea of what that implied.
