Bo Jingnian squatted down in front of her, tentatively reaching out to press her shoulder. Seeing that she did not shake off his hand, he slowly pulled her into his arms. "Even if I spend my entire life on it, I will never give up searching for her. Tiantian, believe me, our daughter will eventually come back to us."
Tian Lingyun buried her face in the nook of his neck, her body trembling as she cried.
These days, she has been holding on by herself, with everyone around her advising her to think it through. The matter has already happened, and one must move forward. But how could she do that?
Whenever she closes her eyes, Yanyan's smiling face appears in her mind, and her crisp and sweet voice rings in her ears. She never stops thinking about her, nor does she cease blaming herself for her negligence.
Why wasn't she the one who got taken?
