"I, I'm late."
The youth in white showed self-reproach and muttered softly.
Upon hearing his words, Zhiyu's lips pouted as she burst into heavy sobs.
"Daddy! Where are you?"
The youth in white was immediately dumbfounded. This, this, shouldn't she be crying out for her mother instead?
Why was she now crying out for her father?
It would take Shen Wenchen at least half a month to get to Yan City, and even if he was coming here, it wouldn't be less than five or six days before he could arrive, right?
Only stunned for a moment, the youth in white hurriedly stepped forward to wipe the little one's tears and whispered soothingly, "Be good, don't cry, don't cry. Your mother can still be saved. She can still be saved."
Zhiyu, crying her heart out, slowly stopped when she heard him say her mother could still be saved.