"Let me do it." Ran Lei took Jin Bao and went over to feed him the rice soup bit by bit with a small spoon.
With something to eat, the little guy stopped crying and even happily waved his little hands.
After feeding him half a bowl of rice soup, the little guy yawned and fell asleep again.
"It's during these times when he's clueless that he's happiest." Ayang sighed at her brother's small face and then turned to look at Ran Lei, "This is a mistake father made."
"The Flame Sect harbors wild ambitions. Even if the king hadn't had any dealings with them, someday they would have shown their claws." Ran Lei hurried to explain, "So, you don't need to..."
"You don't need to comfort me." Ayang gave a bitter smile and pointed to a box on the table, "It's this Divine Incense that dragged father's soul into Hell. If father hadn't believed in the Flame so much, Miaojiang might still face disaster, but it certainly wouldn't be the total destruction it is now."
