Tian Sangsang gazed at the already sleeping Meng Shuyan cradled in her arms, unable to look away no matter how much she tried. Her son, even in such an environment, remained adorable and delicate, as pure and angelic as ever.
Suddenly, a commotion arose not far away, seemingly a quarrel between a woman and a few soldiers.
Afraid of waking her son, Tian Sangsang didn't approach too closely and instead covered Meng Shuyan lightly with her clothing.
She looked over and recognized the woman—it was Sister Qiu, a regular customer who often visited her shop.
"My son, my son! How could this happen? Didn't you say you'd save him? Didn't you say you could rescue him?!"
The man standing in front of her was holding a child in his arms. His expression was blank as he uttered coldly, "He's dead."
"I'm very sorry, but he's dead." He repeated, as immovable as a cold, unyielding statue.
