Perhaps their sincerity moved the heavens.
As she entered a small grove, Su Xingyu suddenly heard a child's weak, soft voice—
"Mom..."
"Han!"
Su Xingyu quickly turned her head and saw a chubby little boy standing under a small tree, waddling toward her—it was her beloved Han!
"Han!"
"Mom!"
"Young master!"
Su Xingyu rushed forward, grabbing the child in a tight embrace, while the child clung to her leg, trembling slightly, whether from cold or excitement.
Squatting down, Su Xingyu checked the child from head to toe, asking, "Han, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
The child shook his head and said, "I'm not hurt, Mom, but... sob... sob... Jue is missing... sob... sob..." He started crying as he spoke.
The relief Su Xingyu had just felt quickly vanished as her worry returned. Although Jue wasn't her biological child, her concern for him was no less than for Han. She hurriedly asked Han, "How do you know Jue is missing? When was the last time you saw him, and where?"
