"Don't look." A calm voice was heard. It was Xia Jinyuan who was driving. "The civil war in Marsoli is endless. It's common to see children on the road. You won't see one or two along the way. You might see countless of them."
Ye Jian acknowledged in a low voice, indicating that she understood.
"You will face even more tragic situations in the future. Azure Bird, when you go overseas, especially in war-torn countries, you can't trust even a three-year-old child. Do you understand?" Xia Jinyuan, who was driving, glanced at her. His gaze was sharp and ruthless. The glaring sunlight outside refracted into his pupils. Ye Jian tilted her head slightly and saw the coldness in his eyes that was whiter than the sunlight. "Remember, mercy can't exist at any time. Mercy can only be possessed at the right time and in the right environment."
