Feng Fuce gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
His voice was cool, yet carried a subtle warmth.
"Not seeing him is better. To them, this person has already disappeared for fifteen years; it's just difficult to accept the news of his death for a moment."
"If he suddenly returns and then leaves again, it would be even harder for his family to let go."
"Moreover, if the Ghost Prisoner sees that his son has grown so much, he might be reluctant to leave."
"If he struggles to resist, we will have no choice but to take action, and then his capture would surely be a tragedy."
Hearing this, Bai Zhi'er nodded in agreement.
Brother Fuce is right.
It's just so hard on Hong Yue, raising her son alone. For so many years, she always believed her husband would come back.
Yet, she never imagined that her husband had already perished in the wind and snow of the Old Country.
After a while, Hong Yue calmed down and, supported by her son, came into the courtyard.
