Xie Qishan looked into Qian Sisi's evasive eyes and sighed inwardly, "You were still young then, you probably forgot all about it!"
He slightly lowered his head in defeat, but Qian Sisi suddenly turned her face toward him, staring at Xie Qishan blankly.
For some reason, she always felt an odd sensation in her heart; ever since she had last donated blood, it seemed as if there was a blockage in her chest, as though there was something she had neglected, an entanglement she could not unravel.
As if sensing Qian Sisi's desolate mood, Xie Qishan raised his head to look at her, meeting her eyes. The young girl suddenly asked, "Uncle Xie, what do you think the odds are of people like us with 'Panda Blood' being blood relatives?"
Xie Qishan felt a jolt in his heart, his hand instinctively grabbed the wheelchair, preventing himself from an embarrassing fall. He looked at Qian Sisi in disbelief, her eyes filled with confusion, pain, but mostly, hope...
