Mr. Yu stopped in his tracks and turned back to coax his wife, "Don't cry, this little brat must have been upset by the divorce, I'll give him a good scolding and everything will be fine!"
"Why are you scolding him! It's all my fault! Scold me instead!" Mrs. Yu grew more distressed the more she thought about it and suddenly raised her hand and slapped her own face forcefully.
"Ah! Jiaojiao, what are you doing!" Mr. Yu, in a hurry, called out her nickname that he only used behind closed doors.
"Yu, we have failed this child, we have failed..." Mrs. Yu cried uncontrollably.
Seeing her tears, all of Mr. Yu's sternness vanished, and he hurriedly fetched towels and brought her water, pacing anxiously.
The two had gone through ups and downs throughout their journey together, and Mr. Yu had never allowed his wife to truly be angry. They had endured so much hardship in their younger days, and now seeing his aging wife crying like a teary mess, his heart felt like it was burning.
