"Uncle, you must have misunderstood. I am only ten years old. You don't look like a 14 year old boy at all. Also, my brother said I can't fall in love prematurely. I couldn't have a boyfriend until I was old enough to go to college," Xing Xiayan said with a pout.
The moment Guan Wufeng heard these words, his eyes were filled with heartache, worry, fear, and regret. He lowered his head to hide his emotions and took a deep breath to calm down.
After a moment, he raised his head and sat on the edge of the bed, "Yanyan, you are twenty-four years old. We first met when you were 12 years old when you were brought back to the Feng family's house. We have known each other for 12 years."
Xing Xiayan shook her head and said in disbelief, "No, this is impossible. My brother and I just arrived at the orphanage last month."
After a moment, a vague memory flashed in her mind and her eyes widened in fear.
