Yun Shangyuan held her tightly, not letting her get too agitated.
However, he himself couldn't stop trembling all over.
His son could only live for three years...
Such a short life, how could it only last for three years?
Moreover, he was about to turn two, which meant he only had one year left to live...
Yun Shangyuan suddenly felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
It was more painful than having his own flesh torn.
Feng Yueya felt the same way; she loved this son so much, why did God have to be so cruel to her...
Mo Xue comforted them, saying, "Don't worry for now, trust that your master will certainly have a way."
"Master..." Feng Yueya raised her tear-streaked face to look at him.
"Sit down first, tell me everything that happened, and I'll see if I can find a way to heal," Taixu Zi comforted.
Yun Shangyuan helped her sit down, holding her shoulder tightly, letting her lean on him.
