Back in the bedroom, Fu Qingli quietly sat with his thoughts for a long while. He then turned to the frame on the ground that was tossed aside. After an internal struggle, he carelessly got off his bed and picked up the frame. Feeling overwhelmed, he lost all energy and slumped against the cold wall.
Color washed off his face as he endured the immense pain. It only took a short distance and time for sweat to drench his entire outfit. With downcast eyes, he studied the frame.
The photograph in the frame was of a newborn baby. The little fella was so tiny and heartbreakingly skinny. The baby may have a tiny face, but the delicate facial features were beginning to show.
"Lil' Xi, talk to your big brother." Fu Qingli's slender fingers touched the frame gently. With disappointment and helplessness buried in his tenderness, he spoke, "Do you think I was wrong? But how could they say that about you? There's no way I can't find you."
