Shen Xi was caught in a mix of emotions. Happy yet heart-wrenched, she could understand where Fu Qingxuan was coming from. Still, her heart went out to Jin Yu. Both were not at fault. The twist of fate was to blame.
Uncle Jin Yu's face was burned beyond recognition, and he had lost his memory. No one knew of his pain throughout the years as he lived without a name and a home to return to. He was like a lost soul wandering off the face of the earth all alone.
The Fu family was also in pain. Not only were they looking for their daughter, but they were also in search of their missing husband and father. It was not the search that hurt the most, but the unending wait, ordeal, and incessant crushing of hope.
Fu Qingxuan sat there quietly like an animal on guard. With bloodshot eyes, he silently held Shangguan Yanqiu's hand and stopped himself from crying.
He would not cry.
