He Teng paused for a few seconds, then answered, "He'll come back. My son, He Teng's son, must be very resilient. He hasn't even seen his mother yet. How could he not come back safely? Zhilan, we're all trying hard to find Ding Long and the child. None of us have given up, so you absolutely can't give up either. You should understand that mindset—even if the whole world gives up, as parents, we can't."
He Zhilan said nothing, she just moved her body to cling closely to He Teng, reaching out to embrace He Teng's strong waist.
For a long time, she didn't speak or move, as quiet as if she had fallen asleep, but those pain-filled eyes remained open, never closing.
"Zhilan, no matter how things end, you still have me by your side. We're still young—so long as we're alright, we can still have children in the future." He Teng couldn't help but utter these comforting words, though saying them felt like a knife twisting in his heart.
