Yan Yiqi gazed at Qin Ruan's retreating figure with gentle eyes, his voice as calm as it had been during their previous conversation, as if he were asking casually.
Qin Ruan, cradling Huo Yao in her arms, stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, her figure graceful, and the elegance and dignity of her movements seemed innate.
Her beautiful red lips curved into a slight smile, her voice warm and pleasant, "Family Head Yan, my mother's name is Yan Anyu, Yan as in words."
As the name Yan Anyu left Qin Ruan's lips, the ever-youthful face of the Family Head Yan remained calm, even revealing a gentle smile.
Yan Yiqi nodded, his tone benevolent, "A raw jade remains uncarved to conceal the treasured jade within, a lovely name, and full of meaning."
No one saw how much his hand, resting by his side, was trembling, as though he suffered from Parkinson's disease.
Old Master Huo's wise eyes gleamed as he squinted to scrutinize his old friend who he had known for decades.
