The slender and delicate shadow slowly submerged into the darkness ahead.
The sound of footsteps was still faintly audible to the ears.
An Zijie silently retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and concealed the complexity in them—
He knew Shu Yimo would definitely not go to find Shu Rui or Shu Qiang. Now that Shu Qiang was just about to be reassigned, Yimo would not disturb Shu Qiang on his account at such a critical juncture.
In her heart, the Shu Family was her home, the An Family was nothing at all, just like her mother, Shu Yan!
Shu Yan!
As this name flickered through his mind, An Zijie couldn't hide the undercurrents in his heart!
Towards Shu Yan, he also didn't know what kind of emotions he should hold.
It was probably—
Complicated and unwilling to delve into...
...
When he came out, it was already late at night, and the rain outside fell very quietly.
Adong was waiting on the steps outside.
