The truth is too heavy, even Ji Liangchen himself is haunted by it, let alone telling Little Yunduo the truth.
No matter how smart this little guy appears, he is essentially just a six-year-old child. How could he bear the life-and-death separation from his dear ones?
"That's good." The little guy let out a small sigh, his childish voice hoarse: "I don't want to be disliked by Yanyan."
"Oh? You just don't want to be disliked by Yan Xiaye?" Ji Liangchen raised an eyebrow, realizing he underestimated Yan Xiaye's place in the little guy's heart, blinked playfully: "Li Yuntang would surely be very sad to hear this, maybe even cry on the spot."
Little Yunduo thought along with his words, barely managing to smile through tears, unable to imagine his father, such a wise and heroic man, crying over something.
"Alright, alright, you play games obediently. I still have some things to do over there."
