Surrender without dignity.
And a man’s tears.
"Is saying sorry useful? Can a million sorries bring my daughter back? If it can, I’ll kneel and tell you a million sorries, just give back my daughter, alright?"
"Let’s get out of here first." He Teng sighed deeply in his heart, "Lan Li, go and help Ding Jinshi up." With that, He Teng walked towards Ding Long, pulling him up from the ground, while Ding Long’s eyes still gazed blankly at his daughter, who had been dead for a long ti.
"Don’t touch ." Ding Jinshi shook off Lan Li’s hand. She tried to stand up on her own, but when she moved, her whole body hurt. Let alone holding a child, even standing by herself was impossible.
Lan Li’s hand was shrugged off by Ding Jinshi, leaving him standing awkwardly in the distance, his expression filled with desolation.
Hadn’t he already lost the right to care for her?
"Lan Li, co over here." Seeing the situation, He Teng called out to Lan Li, instructing him to take Ding Long to the plane first. He then walked over and gently said, "I’ll hold the child for you, and you can lean on as we walk. Let’s leave here first."
Ding Jinshi shook her head, "Help untie the child’s rope. I want to hold my child myself, but I have no strength; please support ."
He Teng nodded and swiftly cut the hemp rope around the child with his military knife. Seeing the marks left by the rope on the child, He Teng dared not look too closely.
"Baobei, we’re going back, leaving this place and never coming back here again." Ding Jinshi softly spoke to her daughter in her arms, who could no longer respond, leaning almost entirely on He Teng. All her remaining strength was used to hold her daughter tightly.
Once the rope on the child was untied, the previously held straight arm dropped down vertically.
"Baobei, your hand hurts, let’s place it nicely, obediently, this won’t hurt here, we’re going ho, and mom will blow on it, and it won’t hurt anymore." Ding Jinshi’s tears burst out, blurring her vision, almost obscuring her view of the child in her arms.
The child hadn’t passed peacefully, so her expression seed sowhat distorted. Looking at Ding Jinshi’s daughter, He Teng was reminded of his son.
The helicopter’s rotors turned as it headed towards the General Military Hospital in the capital. Inside the plane, He Teng sat next to Ding Jinshi, who still held her child. Her hands, bound by handcuffs and devoid of freedom, continually clutched the injured hand of the child.
"Jinshi, can you tell us about the situation when you and the child were hard?" He Teng was the first to regain his composure and perked up, "You just ntioned Lan Song. Was it Lan Song’s parents who kidnapped you and the child?"
"Yes." When Ding Jinshi answered, her eyes showed no fluctuation, her heart as still as dead water, "I was driving to pick up my daughter from the hospital when I t them halfway. Feeling sympathetic, I offered to give them a ride ho. I thought they were not doing well after Lan Song was gone. So, when they said they lived in a village, I didn’t doubt it. Along the way, they kept playing with Baobei, and she got along very well with them. But once I parked the car in the yard, they changed. They used my daughter to threaten , forcing to get out of the car with them, then they tied up my daughter and . My daughter and I hadn’t had a drop of water for a long ti, and I didn’t even know how many days we were held. During this ti, they went out, and whenever they left, they fed us sleeping pills. At first, I didn’t know why they kidnapped us; I thought it was for money. However, they never ntioned money. Later, I found out they wanted revenge because Ding Long and Gu En conspired to kill their son, Lan Song."
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