Shuang observed him and noticed that the moment he heard about Han Zongying, he looked as if he saw a ghost. But it was just for a second, and he quickly retracted his expression. He was trembling just a second ago but forced himself to calm down.
"H-Han Zongying?"
"Yup. She was Zhiyuan's Aunt, is what he told me. But it's strange. How do we never know that Grandpa Han had a daughter?"
An Guoting wasn't able to answer her.
"Dad, did you know about her?"
"...I…" he faintly smiled. "Y-Yes…"
"Oh! But I don't remember you telling Caihong or me about Han Zongying. We always thought that Uncle Tian was an only child."
He stiffened.
Shuaung pursed her lips. "Zhiyuan told me that she passed away quite early. Do you... know what happened?"
It seemed as if An Guoting walked into a trance, and the past came rushing down to him like a strong force pulling him inside.
"She…"
