Bai Ruozhu stopped crying, hugging her son with her heart aching. Her son might lose his father at such a young age and may even have the merfolk bloodline curse. She wasn't the most miserable one; it was the children who were the most pitiful!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shed tears again, but facing her son's worried gaze, she had to force her tears back.
Jiang Yichun saw this and lowered his head, saying, "It's my fault that I've harmed you and your son."
Gao Zhou painfully hit his head, "It's not your fault. The root cause is me."
"Alright, you two should stop blaming yourselves. Right now, the most urgent thing is to deal with Ruozhu's curse. The three children are still young, and they may not develop the bloodline curse. Let's think of solutions gradually. You guys are really scaring the children." Tang Feng, as the observer, cleared the minds of the three of them at once, bringing them to their senses.
