Gu Yelin saw this look and gave An Zhihang a profound glance.
Tutu's emotions had never been so agitated, it seemed that the blood relation could almost certainly be confirmed now.
When An Yiqing's hand gripped An Zhihang's wrist, they both shuddered. This feeling, as if blood connected them, was like something slowly flowing between the two, warm and natural.
An Yiqing steadied her mind, pushing the increasingly strong doubts to the back of her heart. Calm and collected, she began to take his pulse.
After a while
"Big Brother An, your eye disease must have been with you for a good number of years, hasn't it?"
"Yes, nineteen years, almost twenty," An Zhihang reminisced about everything that had happened nineteen years ago, his heart filled with myriad emotions.
