Zhuo Junyue's heart was shredded with pain, "Wife, I know, I will definitely find our first child as soon as possible. Please stop crying, okay? If your crying damages your eyes, I really would want to kill myself. It's my fault for not protecting you all."
Ningyan's premature birth and the disappearance of their first child were his responsibility.
He had failed to protect them, allowing their first child to be taken, and now Ningyan was crying so sadly because of it.
Zhuo Junyue's frown deepened, full of deep self-blame.
Su Ningyan cried for a while, then dried her tears.
She still had to take care of the second child, and she knew full well the state of her own health at the moment.
If she were to collapse, Zhuo Junyue would be distracted taking care of her, which could delay the rescue of their first child.
"Husband, don't worry. I won't be a drag until our first child is found; you don't need to worry about me," she assured him.
