Wen Lan had only suffered some minor scrapes, not severe injuries. Xiao Nian was well-protected by his grandma and dad, getting startled terribly. It was a sudden change for a three-year-old child. Tang Shuwen shielded him and took a bullet. It was Xiao Nian's first exposure to such a bloody scene, his first time hearing terrifying gunshots, and his first time seeing his own dad fall in front of him, which scared him witless.
The child's delicate face was void of any color as he sat dumbly on the hospital bed. He didn't utter a word, nor did he cry or make a fuss. As soon as Chen Xueru saw her son, she held him in her arms and the tears she had been holding back for hours poured down, but Xiao Nian had no reaction at all.
