Just now, the reporter from Wanhai made a small mistake, and everyone was discovered to be in a predicament by the rebel soldiers. If his child cried in fear… he didn't even dare to think about the consequences.
The mother raised her hand and hugged her son's head. She kissed the little boy's forehead deeply. "Qi, be good. Sleep for a while more. When you wake up, we'll be home soon."
With his parents accompanying him and the soldiers protecting him, Qi, who was afraid of the gunshots, quietened down. He hugged his father's neck tightly and closed his eyes.
The little boy's relaxation made his father heave a sigh of relief. Then, his tense body leaned against the cold and uneven broken wall behind him. The night wind wrapped in gunpowder blew through the gap. He realized that he was sweating because of his son's words.
He was even prepared to cover his son's mouth if he cried out.
Fortunately, his son was sensible and didn't cause a huge commotion.
