Xiao Yaojing was dizzy from the shaking. She looked at Wen Shan who was hopping in front of her like a rabbit. Was this the gift of youth?
The problem was that Wen Shan wasn't even considered a youth anymore. She was a PhD student in her late twenties, so where did the foolishly naive youngster vibe come from?
Xiao Yaojing gripped Wen Shan's arms to suppress her excitement and said, "I'll tell you a piece of insider information since you've been saying good things about me to your mother."
"Is it about Papa Nalan? Do tell, do tell!" Wen Shan composed herself, tidied her messy hair and sat timidly next to Xiao Yaojing.
Xiao Yaojing glanced at her. "Do you know that your Papa Nalan has been very dispirited lately?" Xiao Yaojing uttered softly.
Wen Shan nodded. She had seen it with her own eyes earlier. Even Papa Nalan's shadow looked sorrowful and heartbreaking.
