That year, Jiang Tan was barely four or five years old.
A stab of pain ruptured the peace in Li Yannan's heart, leaving him breathless in a way words could not describe.
Never mind Jiang Tan. When the Li family hit rock bottom all those years ago, he himself had been ten and had almost collapsed under the pressure.
But we were all just children, then.
The taste of blood hung heavy in Li Yannan's throat. After a brief pause, he asked quietly, "Is she happy in the orphanage?"
The director didn't shy away from the question. He sighed deeply, his expression stern as he admitted, "While the orphanage provides for the children's live necessities, conflicts oftentimes arise amongst them. Jiang Tan, being as beautiful and introverted as she is..."
Nothing more needed to be said, did it?
Li Yannan held the folder in his hands. His eyes began to sting as he looked at it, and he found himself at a loss for words.
