"Nannan."
Shen Wenchen suddenly became very serious.
He discovered that his little wife had a bad habit. She always liked to shoulder all responsibilities whenever she encountered any issues.
Seeing her husband's sudden stern expression, Nanzhi pursed her lips, didn't say much, and just looked at him with teary eyes.
"Nannan, I know you have a kind heart. But you must not shoulder all the responsibilities on your own, understand? Even if we do have some opportunities, at the end of the day we are still ordinary people. We are not gods, we cannot be perfect. I am currently the lord of Yan City, protecting people is my responsibility. But I don't want you to carry these burdens because of your special condition."
They were not the chosen ones. They couldn't save everyone in the world. What they could do, was just to do their best to prepare for the coming unknown disasters.