"...That's right."
Zhao Luzheng nodded.
"At a time like this, the child's parents will have more time to heal from the pain of losing their child."
"But it still hurts."
Zhang Bo sighed.
Their child was gone...
Who wouldn't be in pain?
"Of course it hurts."
Zhuge Yun pursed his lips.
"It's just that when they're young, they have more capacity to bear the pain."
"If they're older..."
"They might be so devastated they can't get back on their feet, or so ill they can't get out of bed."
Of course.
Young people could also be so devastated they couldn't get back on their feet, or so ill they couldn't get out of bed.
It varied from person to person.
But relatively speaking, older people were certainly much less able to bear it than younger people.
Both physically and mentally.
There was also what he'd said earlier: the bond with a child you'd raised for a few years wasn't as deep as the bond with one you'd raised for decades.
The blow they suffered was different, too.
"Nothing's happened yet, has it?"
Zhang Bo clasped his hands together. "I hope a miracle happens and the child gets through the danger."
"Yeah."
Zhao Luzheng and Zhuge Yun clasped their hands together, too.
"Hope the child will be all right."
A faint smile flickered in Xiao Xiao's eyes.
He lowered his eyes.
With his hands clasped together, he prayed for the child.
"Fei Fei~"
Fei Fei turned its head.
It looked at Xiao Xiao with some curiosity.
A few seconds later, Xiao Xiao opened his eyes.
He lowered his hands and turned his head slightly, as if sensing something.
Then he smiled faintly.
"I'm praying for that critically ill child."
"I hope he gets through