The crying was truly heartrending, so much so that Zhao Xi's hand gave a shake from fright, and he nearly yanked the reins tight.
He hurriedly looked at his son. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly crying?"
Little Huohuo reached both hands toward him, lunging in his direction. "Dad, don't—Huohuo's done for, Dad's leaving, doesn't want me, doesn't want Mother. Waaaah…"
He burst into fierce sobs again. Everyone was stunned for a moment, then slowly made out what he was saying.
Shuyou couldn't help but laugh, and quickly coaxed him. "Dad isn't abandoning Huohuo. Dad's going far away, but he'll come back."
"Won't come back, doesn't want me, wuwu… I want Brother, I want Aunt, don't want me, wuwuwu…"
The more he talked the sadder he cried. Everyone looked toward the carriage in front. Ying Xi hadn't had time to get in yet, so inside and outside the carriage at this moment, besides Shu Yu and Little Song Le, there was only Zhao Xi.
