Brother and Mother's conversation I heard it all, Yao Zibao stepped out of the study, with furrowed brows, following Mother downstairs. As they reached the doorway of the Lu Family, he instinctively turned his head and saw that the house across the street had its doors wide open, lights on inside, but an odd feeling hung in the air, a sound faintly discernible. He walked over, pulled the half-closed security door open, leaned half his body inside, and saw Lin Jiajing curled up on the sofa like a kitten hugging her knees.
"Jiajing?"
She acted as if she hadn't heard.
Yao Zibao walked in, approached her, and bent down, "Jiajing?"
From within her knees, a pair of swollen, red eyes lifted, reminiscent of peaches.
"Have you been crying? Why? Worried about Sister Manman?" Yao Zibao's voice was laden with a string of exclamation marks and a hint of concern.
