"Xiao Shitou, you listen to Uncle, your father and mother are, are already..."
Facing the boy's shiny big eyes.
Lin Fan's heart ached, and his expression grew somber.
How to mercilessly announce the tragic death of his parents to a child?
Recalling those turbulent years in the Hulin Guard.
After every battle, there would always be comrades sacrificed... always having to grit one's teeth and call their families to deliver the bad news.
Bitterness filled his mouth, like sticky glue.
Making Lin Fan hesitate, unable to open his mouth again.
"...Uncle Lin, are my father and mother already dead?"
In the next moment.
Xiao Shitou's eyes turned red.
He struggled to keep his mouth from twitching, stubbornly holding back the tears from overflowing.
"We were caught by bad people at the hospital, stuffed into sacks... My father told me not to be afraid, saying Uncle Lin would surely come to save us!"
