The little body didn't cry even when it fell over, steadied itself with a hand on the ground, then carefully continued walking.
Halfway through the crawl, finally too tired to continue, it started to appeal to Dan Hanjie to carry it up onto his shoulders.
"Qin Youxuan, your son treats me like a porter." Dan Hanjie hoisted the little guy onto his shoulders, reached out to clasp Qin Youxuan's wrist, pulling her to his side.
"He's your son."
Qin Youxuan turned her head and gave him a slight smile, playfully responding.
The atmosphere instantly lightened considerably.
"I actually have never understood, Dan Hanxi left so peacefully. He clearly had decided to let go, so why would he still help Yu Xiuzhun, aiding him in evil?"
Qin Youxuan stood in front of the tombstone, quietly gazing at the handsome features of the man engraved there, her bright cat-like eyes dimming.
Scenes from Dan Hanxi's last moments flashed through her mind repeatedly in the chilly wind.
