Xu Xiuxiu and Song Yuanming also hurriedly quickened their pace. When the three of them entered the office, they saw Song Chengguang sitting on the ground next to the stroller. The little guy looked somewhat disheveled, with cotton stuffing being pulled out from his thick coat, and the hood on the back of his coat was hanging skewed on his clothes. Tears covered his face as he looked up at his baby brother and sister in the stroller; the siblings looked at each other and cried wildly, their sobs heart-wrenchingly loud. Little Baby and Little Moon cried so hard they couldn't catch their breath, their little mouths muttering 'brother' repeatedly, their chubby hands tightly grasping Song Chengguang's hand— a truly desolate scene.
