After leaving Wangzi's room, An Xuan was like a child who had done something wrong, always following behind An Lan. He looked uneasy, head hanging in self-reproach, without uttering a word.
Two minutes later, An Lan finally couldn't bear it.
She paused in her steps, turned around, and looked at An Xuan, "Xiaoxuan, do you have something you want to say to me?"
In the quiet corridor, it was then that An Xuan lifted his head, his lips quivering slightly, before he finally spoke in a soft voice, "Sis… I'm sorry, what I said earlier hurt you, I was just too anxious."
As he spoke, his voice suddenly grew softer.
"Xiaoxuan, I thought it was something serious. You don't need to blame yourself for this, I understand. Aunt Li is like a birth mother to you, her kindness in bringing you up is even greater than that of a birth mother, and I will not let Aunt Li leave," An Lan said.
With a gentle smile, An Lan raised her hand and softly touched An Xuan's hair.
"But…"
