Feng Fuce's tone was calm: "We won't abandon her, at least her mother will certainly love her and take care of her."
Fen Linxing was silent.
He lifted his gaze again, looking at the little baby inside the glass incubator.
So tiny, her cheeks pale enough to see faint fuzz.
"So fragile," Fen Linxing suddenly said.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "What?"
Fen Linxing said: "For humans, she's so small and doesn't have the ability to survive independently, so someone must love her to take care of her, otherwise she wouldn't make it."
"So, mortals are too fragile. Living things that depend entirely on love to exist are not everlasting."
Now it was Feng Fuce's turn to be silent.
He seriously pondered, thinking how his son had always pulled himself away from emotions since he was young.
Is he really missing that part of emotional connection?
Bai Zhi'er sat in the car waiting.
About 30 minutes later, Feng Fuce came back holding Fen Linxing.
