Ma Yongchun watched as Ma Zhixuan slowly closed his eyes.
Tears rolled down Ma Yongchun's face.
In his arms, Qin Jianqiang must have been hungry; his little mouth smacked a few times, and feeling feverish, he pouted and was about to start crying.
Ma Yongchun raised his hand to gently pat the infant in his arms, wiped the tears from his face, and turned to run into the snowy night.
Fearing that he might alert the assassins below, Ma Yongchun did not use the snowmobile.
At this time, using the snowmobile he had driven would require digging the vehicle out from the thick snow.
Ma Yongchun didn't have time for that.
He hurried away, running while he pulled out a compass to find his direction in this extreme weather.
The baby in his arms fussed uneasily; he probably sensed it—how dangerous and scary the environment was right now. Though he did not cry, he was very scared.
"Don't be afraid, Daddy's taking you to find Mommy, don't be afraid..."
