"Uncle Dongye cooking is handsome, isn't he?" A small figure suddenly appeared next to Xia Zhisu.
Xia Zhisu looked down and saw Ling Chuan while he was petting the snake and looking toward Dongye, speaking faintly.
"Do you really like him?" Xia Zhisu asked.
"Why not like him? Mommy, when are we going to America? You promised Uncle Dongye to go to America! We said we'd leave as soon as the day broke, but now it's almost dark," Ling Chuan said.
"We're not going to America."
"Are you staying here?"
Xia Zhisu hadn't spoken yet when she looked up and saw Dongye coming out, holding a few dishes. Natasha was always beside him, as if afraid he'd fall.
Xia Zhisu looked at his pale face, then glanced at his deep red shirt. He would occasionally cover his abdomen, and the place he was covering was obviously a more vivid color than elsewhere.
That vivid color was a bright red.
Even though the color of his shirt already covered most of the blood.
