"Stop crying, your son isn't crying, are you even less than your son?" Niu Pan'er helplessly looked at Song Zhiyu and said, "When your father returns, you can come too."
Song Zhiyu stubbornly replied, "I just got sand in my eyes, that's why I shed tears, who's crying?"
Niu Pan'er smiled gently, "Then I misunderstood you, my dear."
Song Zhiyu glared at her; his eyes looked like a rabbit's, filled with moisture, and said, "Don't expect me to go to the Northeast immediately. You know that my father is seriously injured and needs to rest, he can't leave, and there's Shen'er as well."
He turned his head to look at his son, who was acting mature but frequently sneaking glances at his parents, and said, "Shen'er may be ready for enlightenment, but he's still young. If you leave, and I also follow, he'll surely feel upset."
Mostly, he couldn't bear to leave himself.
