Rong Shaoze held her tight, listening to her crying, his heart shattered.
He dared not tell her, fearing that she would be heartbroken.
Her every emotion severely affected his mood.
He feared no hardship, no pain; what he feared the most was her being upset and heartbroken.
It would be enough for him to bear these pains alone; he really didn't want her to grieve.
When Qiao Yiyang told Lin Xinlan about his childhood experiences, Lin Xinlan had a fresh memory of his past.
With Xiaocong taken by a gang that even Rong Shaoze could not trace, involuntary associations filled her mind.
Was Xiaocong like Qiao Yiyang, kidnapped and trained?
Would he have to lead a bloody life, fearing for his life every day?
If he wasn't ruthless enough, would he be killed by the other children?
The more Lin Xinlan thought, the more terrified she became, feeling as if she was suffocating. She clutched Rong Shaoze's hand tightly, like a drowning person clinging to a life-saving log.
