"Dad."
The voice of his daughter floated by his ear, and Wen Shixuan seemed to awaken from a dream, his steps toward the front slightly unsteady.
By the time the three of them entered economy class, Jun Ye's face slowly turned back around.
Knowing that he had deliberately not looked back, in fact watching Wen Shixuan, Yao Ziye's slender knuckles rested against his thought-provoking lips, musing, "The expression he just gave you seemed different from before."
"It's normal." A very faint response, his memory held events that Wen Shixuan could not possibly be completely without.
"What are you hiding from me?" Narrow eyes slightly squinted, sizing him up.
"For things uncertain, you should ask him, not me."
The memories from when he was only a few years old, how old was Wen Shixuan then?
To be frank, his memories from childhood might be confused, Wen Shixuan would likely remember more clearly.
A slight lift of a cold brow, his gaze unsettled.
