An Xuan, although aware of the logic, still felt heavy-hearted.
"An Xuan, is it that deep down you blame mom for sending you here, you don't want to acknowledge me or allow me to be your sister, and that's why you're feeling so guilty?" An Lan feigned anger as she spoke. An Xuan quickly raised his head with wide eyes.
"How could that be! I just feel pretty useless, saying I want to bring sister a good life on one hand but causing such big trouble for her on the other."
"You were never a hassle, not before, not in the future," An Lan took the opportunity to pinch An Xuan's cheek. Huo Zhanting, standing aside and seeing their affectionate gestures, felt a bit displeased inside, but he held it in to avoid making An Lan angry.
...
On the other hand, inside a two-story house in the village, an old man over seventy looked uneasily at Chen Yalan, who was fiddling with her cellphone. "Yalan, can this really work? Will Dahai truly be released?"
