When Wen Wan's carrier pigeon message arrived, the funerary procession was still on the way.
Song Wei had just finished his meal and was resting in the room, holding Qi Bao, who had cried herself to sleep. Seeing Wen Wan's joy between the lines, Song Wei couldn't help but smile.
At the end, when Wen Wan asked about the two children, Song Wei glanced at the tears hanging on Qi Bao's eyelashes, then laid his daughter on a small couch and covered her with a fleece blanket, preparing to write back to Wen Wan.
At this moment, Song Yuanbao walked in, frowning, "Dad, Jinbao is not behaving either, always calling for mom. Should I write a letter to mom? Or better yet, go back and beg her? Jinbao and Qi Bao are still young, how can she be so heartless to leave them behind?"
Song Wei calmly tucked Wen Wan's letter into his sleeve, his expression serene, "Even with a mother, they can't be cared for their entire lives. They will have to get used to it someday."
