When Anna had disappeared back then, Mo Xing had a lot of hopes that one day he would find her but days turned into weeks and weeks into months and months into years but she was never found.
The pain of losing Anna had become a constant ache in his heart, a wound that refused to heal. Mo Xing's face, once lively and filled with warmth, had taken on a stoic expression, concealing the turmoil within.
As Ying Ying innocently compared him to her twin brother, Ning Ning, a spark of hope flickered in Mo Xing's eyes. The possibility that Anna was alive and well and she had children, living in this small village, seemed surreal yet tantalizing.
Mo Xing asked with cautious optimism, "Ying Ying, can you tell me more about your brother, Ning Ning? What does he look like now?"
