The little boy had left, and a pair of tender hands suddenly rested on her shoulders, "Xinlan, what’s wrong?"
Rong Shaoze turned her body around, his eyes filled with concern as he asked her.
Lin Xinlan shook her head, "It’s nothing, let’s go."
A trace of confusion flashed through Rong Shaoze’s eyes. Back in the car, he glanced at her and asked, "Did you just mistake that boy for Xiaocong?"
Lin Xinlan leaned against the seat, closing her eyes wearily and sadly.
"But he isn’t..." she murmured softly.
Rong Shaoze took her hand, noticed the sweat on her forehead, and carefully wiped it away with a tissue.
"Xinlan, if Xiaocong is still in B City, it’s impossible for me not to find him."
He had searched almost the entire B City several times over; no matter where he hid, Shaoze was confident he could find him.
If he wasn’t found, it meant he wasn’t in B City.
Lin Xinlan nodded, "I know, but I always have the fantasy that I might suddenly run into him on the street. Now, whenever I see a boy of a few years old, I won’t miss it, in case one of them is Xiaocong..."
Rong Shaoze held her hand tightly and said in a low voice, "Xinlan, I’m sorry, I still haven’t found Xiaocong till now."
Knowing he was blaming himself again, Lin Xinlan quickly shook her head, and with a slight smile, she said, "It’s not your fault. If someone is determined to hide him, it’s not your fault that you can’t find him. Rong Shaoze, don’t blame yourself, you’ve already done very well, your effort is more than enough."
"Since he hasn’t been found, it means my efforts are still not enough," the man said with a self-deprecating smile.
"Don’t be !" Lin Xinlan took hold of his hand reassuringly and said, "If that’s the case, then I am even more incapable. I haven’t done anything, I am just waiting for news, and can’t do anything else. I am the most useless one."
"Let’s not talk about this anymore. You and Xiaocong are the people I love the most. Now that Xiaocong is not by my side, you are the only one I have left. Don’t be upset, otherwise it will make me feel very sad too."
Rong Shaoze was deeply moved.
He looked at Lin Xinlan intently, his eyes flickering, and a warm current could not help but sweep through his heart.
When they got home, Lin Xinlan said she was feeling a little tired, so Rong Shaoze helped her lie down to rest.
Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he confidently went to the study to take care of some matters.
Lin Xinlan heard someone calling her faintly.
It was Xiaocong’s voice!
She struggled to open her eyes and saw Xiaocong standing by the bed, looking at her.
He was covered in dirt, his originally fair and tender little face bruised black and blue, with blood still dripping from his nose, looking pitiful.
Lin Xinlan sat up abruptly, pulled him toward her, and asked with immense heartache, "Baby, how did you get hurt? Who hit you? Tell Mommy, who was it?"
"Mommy, it hurts a lot," Xiaocong said, grievously.
Lin Xinlan’s heart felt as if it was being sliced by a knife. She hurriedly got out of bed, and with immense tenderness, she picked him up.
"Don’t be afraid, Xiaocong, Mommy is going to take you to the hospital right away."
But her body was too weak, and Xiaocong seemed to have gotten much heavier; she struggled to take a few steps before collapsing to the ground.
She got up, only to see Xiaocong lying on the ground, pale-faced, barely hanging on to life.
"Mommy, I’m so hungry, I want something to eat..." he said weakly to her.
"Just wait, Mommy will find you something to eat."