Countless people were excited that another disaster had been averted. However, Du Jingcai was only happy for a short while before he fell into worry again.
At this time, Du Jingcai was sitting on a chair with a gloomy face. His eyes were looking into the distance. At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.
"Brother Cai, what are you thinking about?"
At this time, a sweet voice suddenly came from beside him.
It was Du Jingcai's wife, but she was not a professional. She was an ordinary person. However, at this time, her stomach was bulging. It seemed that she was about to give birth soon.
They met, got to know each other, fell in love, and then had their own crystal. Previously, when the Demonic Realm and the demons attacked Devil City, Du Jingcai was able to fight to the end. Even though he was defeated countless times, he still stood up bravely. That was because …
He was a father.
Just like how Du Jianan died tragically to save him, as a father, he had the responsibility to protect the next generation.
His wife was a gentle woman. Even though she was married to the most powerful man in the city, she didn't have the slightest bit of arrogance. Usually, she would even take the initiative to go to the slums to comfort the poor.
In the slums where no one cared about, the woman was like Li Siyu. She was a true angel in the hearts of countless people!
At this time, the object of this angel's comfort was obviously her husband. Unlike the respect and fear that others showed to Du Jingcai, the woman sensibly reached out and held his hand. "Brother Cai, if you're tired, have a good sleep. You've suffered too much."
The woman's words were like a breeze. Even though the man had endless troubles, his face was overflowing with a smile. He looked at the woman and shook his head. "I'm not tired."
Hearing this, the woman did not say anything. She just continued to hold his hand, but the strength of her hand increased.
As Du Jingcai's most beloved woman and his true confidant, she knew the entanglement between him and Du Jianan. An apocalypse had caused an insurmountable gap between the close father and son.
The kind woman knew that her husband was always living in pain. She wanted to persuade him countless times, but in the end, Du Jingcai shook his head helplessly and avoided her with a cold face.
The woman always thought that there was still a long way to go and that their misunderstanding would be resolved one day. However, who would have thought that disaster would come so suddenly. The man was dead. The only man that Du Jingcai truly cared about was dead.
It wasn't that Du Jingcai didn't have feelings. He just couldn't face a father who had killed his mother with his own hands. However, he wasn't a child. He knew that his mother had already mutated at that time. His father had done this for him, and also to give his mother a dignified death.
Du Jingcai knew everything, but as his son, he couldn't face it and accept it.
As for the man, perhaps because he had killed his lover with his own hands, he had been living in guilt. For countless nights, he had passed out in the bar drunk. Compared to Du Jingcai, he was the loneliest person.
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He was remembering his dead father.
The woman rested her forehead on top of his. She took Du Jingcai's hand and placed it on her stomach. She whispered, "Do you feel it? The little one is greeting you. The little one is telling you, Daddy, don't be sad. "
"I'm not sad." Du Jingcai's lips curled into a smile. However, his stubborn nature made him want to refute his wife.
"Yes, our brother is the strongest person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to protect the entire Devil Town and save everyone. But …"
The woman smiled and stroked the man's beard. "You're not alone. Although Daddy is no longer here, you still have me and the baby. We need you. So, you must keep your spirits up."
The woman's words broke through Du Jingcai's psychological barrier. He buried his head in the woman's chest like a child.
"I'm really fine. I just …"
"I understand. Have a good night's sleep, Brother Cai. Everything will pass!"
Du Jingcai, who had not slept for several days, closed his eyes under the woman's comforting words. He looked so tired. His father's death had pushed his spirit to the breaking point.
Self-blame, sadness, and sadness were like countless sharp knives that left thousands of holes in his body. But now, the woman's appearance was like a miracle that soothed the fear and chaos in his heart.
Perhaps, this was the power of love.
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"Daddy, can you take me on an adventure?"
Far away in another part of Devil Town, a little fellow with a dignified appearance was holding a toy knife as he spoke to a man.
The man shook his head. "Not now. You're not a real warrior yet. Only when you become a warrior can you follow me to the battlefield."
"Then how can I become a warrior?" the child asked in a childish voice.
"Of course you have to eat well. If you want to become a warrior, you have to have a strong body. So don't be picky with your food. Otherwise, mother's hard work will all be in vain. And you, you won't be able to become a competent warrior." The man deliberately said with a straight face.
"Then I understand. Daddy, I'll eat all the rice in the bowl." The boy wanted to be a warrior like his father, so at this time, he swallowed all the food in the bowl into his stomach without any explanation.
Opposite the boy, the man and woman looked at each other and smiled. Under the table, the two of them held hands tightly.
On the battlefield, not only did ordinary people die, but also countless professionals. The man also brushed shoulders with death, but fortunately, he survived.
Countless times, he faced death, countless times, and countless times, he faced the terrifying demons. At that time, countless professionals fled the battlefield, but the man followed in Du Jingcai's footsteps and stayed in the same place.
At that time, he and Du Jingcai had the same belief, and that was to protect their family, a beautiful wife and a three-year-old child.
In the post-apocalyptic world, they would live the rest of their lives hand in hand, and the child would also become an excellent warrior under their own nurturing.
As a member of this city, he would continue to persevere. Any enemies who wanted to destroy this city, he would smash their heads with his fists.
Enemies were scary, but what really frightened the man was the absence of his family.
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