They knew that Nian Tingchu had come to acknowledge kinship with Si Fuqing.
Feng San remained silent.
Miss Si's online friends were no ordinary people.
How come this seemingly ordinary uncle didn't seem like an ordinary person either?
In the hotel, Si Fuqing was embroidering a grand landscape of rivers and mountains.
Suddenly, the door was thrust open.
Nian Tingchu staggered a few steps inside, failing to steady himself, he collapsed to the ground.
His lips moved, his throat as if blocked, he managed, "Qingqing…"
Si Fuqing froze on the spot.
She had only met Nian Tingchu twice.
Yet, it was clear that pride was innate to him.
He would bend but never break.
But now, he cried like a child.
Everything was painfully clear.
Si Fuqing slowly exhaled, her hand trembling for the first time.
