"I... I'm late."
Chastised and guilt-ridden, the young man in white whispered under his breath.
Upon hearing his words, Shen Zhiyu pursed her lips and started crying loudly.
"Papa! Where are you!"
The young man was taken aback; shouldn't she be crying out for her mother?
Why is she crying for her father now?
Even if Shen Wenchen was heading for Yan City, he would need half a month to get there. And even then, it would take about five to six days to reach this place, right?
Recovering from his shock, the young man in white hurriedly stepped forward to wipe away the child's tears and whispered soothingly, "Good girl, don't cry, your mother can still be saved."
Upon hearing his words, Shen Zhiyu reduced her sobs gradually, her wailing torn apart by pure heartbreak.