An Yan looked at the results and slowly lowered her hand.
That's it, no relation.
She lifted her gaze, her lips curving into a bitter smile, "Ayan, it turns out I'm an orphan."
Fu Shiyan embraced her, "Yanyan, you still have me. I'll always be with you. An Zaili must know what's going on. I'll take you home first, then head to the detention center."
An Yan nestled in his arms and softly hummed in agreement.
Worried she would get lost in her thoughts, Fu Shiyan had Su Yue come to keep her company while he went to the detention center.
It had been several days since he'd seen An Zaili, who seemed to have lost even more weight.
Fu Shiyan sat on the chair, legs crossed, a cigarette emitting a haze of smoke between his index and middle finger.
He lifted his gaze slightly, a cold light suddenly flashing in his eyes.
An Zaili sat opposite him, dark circles under his eyes revealing that his recent nights were anything but peaceful.
