His tiny bare feet curled against the cold marble floor as he stared up at his father with wide, tear-glazed eyes.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
"Daddy…" Shen Xuan finally whispered, his voice rough with sleep and fear. "Is… is Mommy going to die…?" Then he recalls seeing his mother all wounded in that video call, but it was just a game she was playing his Auntie Bai had told him and it wasn't real, it was just a make up
Shen Xiao's brows knitted tightly, his dark gaze fixed on his son's trembling face.
"She… she was screaming…" Shen Xuan continued, his lower lip quivering violently. "She sounded… she sounded like she wanted to die…"
His voice broke with a small sob as tears slipped down his round cheeks. "Why… why does she hate us so much…?"
Shen Xiao felt something cold and a heavy twist deep in his chest.
"She doesn't hate you," he said quietly, his voice hoarse.
