Jiang Xiaoxiao watched the weary Song Moting take off his clothes.
"Not Tang Yuan and Baozi?"
Song Moting avoided looking into her eyes and answered softly.
"No, I went there. Those two children were abducted! But they're not Tang Yuan and Baozi. They've been taken to the welfare house, waiting for the police to find their parents."
Jiang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, feeling lost at heart.
Yet another fruitless search.
These past few months, they've been caught in a cycle of hope and disappointment time and time again.
Open your eyes!
Jiang Xiaoxiao firmly told herself, no, it wouldn't be in vain.
As long as she persevered, sooner or later, she would find her precious son.
Three months have already passed; if necessary, another decade or two wouldn't matter.
To ask her to give up searching for her child was simply inconceivable.
In these past months, she tried to imagine what Tang Yuan might like now.
What changes might occur as he grows up.
