Shen Yan'an's dark pupils trembled slightly. He pursed his lips together and stayed silent despite the pain, like a doll without any senses.
"Brodda." A crispy milky voice sounded. The little thing poked her head out from behind Huo Chenyu and her pretty eyes curved into crescents.
Ye Sang held the umbrella in her arms and stood there obediently, speaking clearly, "Umbrella!"
The boy looked down and moved his fingers slightly, but he didn't reach out for it.
Shen Yan'an raised his eyes slightly. His eyes were supposed to look warm but they were so cold that they would stop people from approaching him.
Huo Chenyu sighed slightly and pulled his silly sister back, explaining in a low voice, "The umbrella you gave her got snatched by someone."
"But..." The young boy suddenly smiled, "I didn't think you needed something like this anyway."
"You were just pushing the boat with the current, asking for a favor, aren't you?"
