All three children took after their mother.
Han Xian had witnessed the way Qin Anguo romantically reminisces over the photograph of that woman.
His rough face softened, the tenderness in his eyes inciting her to grit her teeth in envy.
As a woman, Han Xian was reluctantly admitting how envious she felt of the woman who Qin Anguo had fondly remembered till her death, just by looking at her face in the photograph.
Han Xian shifted her gaze to Qin Jingcen, who was leaning against the couch, meeting his fox-like eyes that seem to see right into one's soul, sending a tremor to the depths of her heart.
Within this household, he was the one she dreaded the most.
Every time she faced his fox-like eyes, she felt as if all her hidden thoughts were being exposed before him.
Han Xian composed herself and began softly, "It's okay, I have been free at home all these days, you have been away for long, I am actually quite happy to be busy now."
