After returning to the inn, He Xuewen didn't say a word, and his face didn't carry the usual cheerful smile. Sisi had never seen He Xuewen like this and was extremely worried, afraid that He Xuewen was bottling up too much and might hurt himself.
"Daddy, don't worry, Mama is now able to send a portrait to find me, which means she must be doing well."
"Ah Nan, Daddy is a useless man, unable to protect his wife and daughter. I really hate myself!" He Xuewen painfully slapped his own face.
"Daddy, how can you blame yourself for what happened? You almost lost your own life too, didn't you? If there's anyone to blame, it's those bad people. Daddy, in my heart you are the strongest. Don't think like this."
He Xuewen slapped himself too hard, immediately leaving five red marks on his face. Sisi, feeling distressed, blew on it and applied a wet towel to soothe his face.
