Truth be told, facing her big brother whom she hadn't seen in over a decade and whose memory had grown fuzzy, Song Jiawen didn't know what to say to him—especially since she was never much of a talker to begin with.
Yu Heng had a lot of questions he wanted to ask her, but he was wary of Jiang Yan by his side. Aside from mentioning their mother's hurried arrival, he found himself at a loss for words.
The three sat at the table, the atmosphere eerily quiet.
Jiang Yan glanced at Song Jiawen, who was hanging her head low and showing no intention of speaking. He sighed lightly and said, "Alright, I'll talk first."
Yu Heng turned his head to look at Jiang Yan.
"She was found by the Song Family's daughter in an alley in Yunzhou when she was three years old—unconscious and bleeding from her head..."
