On this bleak, dreary night, where there was not a star in the sky, Yun Yecheng knocked off from work and went home straight.
After parking his car in the garage, he walked along the windy path leading toward his apartment building. Right then, he suddenly heard a familiar, deep yet aloof-sounding voice bellow his name.
"Yun Yecheng!"
Startled, he turned around only to see a woman looking expressionless while quietly standing behind him with her hands shoved into her hoodie's pockets.
Her countenance was indescribably aloof. It might be due to the sinister-looking scars all over her face, but coupled with her cold expression, her visage gave one the creeps for some reason.
Nevertheless, delight sprouted within him!
"Nana?!"
He recognized that voice at once and managed to identify the woman after examining her face closely for a while. Exhilarated, he rushed up to his daughter and wrapped her in his arms excitedly.
