"Xinlan, I'm sorry. We still haven't found Xiaocong, it's my fault. But you can't say that Xiaocong is dead, he's our son. How can you, as a mother, curse him to die?"
Lin Xinlan shuddered all over, her body suddenly went limp in his arms.
She leaned against him, completely drained of any strength.
Rong Shaoze held her tightly, giving her comfort and strength.
Lin Xinlan's eyes were open, filled with pain, emptiness, and confusion.
"Rong Shaoze... Do you know? When you went missing initially, the lady also said you were dead. No matter what I said, she wouldn't believe you were alive. Now, I finally understand her feelings at that time..."
"What?" Rong Shaoze asked softly.
Lin Xinlan closed her eyes, tightly clutching her chest, her voice trembling:
