Her eyes gradually drained the little warmth that was left within them.
Yindi lifted his dark face, his head tilted in confusion, his face all muddy. Black and skinny with unremarkable features, there was no trace of color detectable on his face.
She involuntarily shuddered and then dropped her gaze, running away from Tang Yuxin like she had seen a ghost.
"Xinxin..." Just then, Tang Zhijun came to pick up his niece.
"Uncle!" Tang Yuxin ran over and hugged Tang Zhijun's leg, lifting her little face, "When did you come home, uncle?"
"It's time for your dinner, your dad made some rice today," he said, "Let's go, we're headed home."
