Qiao Anhao cried for a long time, before she randomly wiped her tears away with her hand. She glanced over at the door to the Qiao family estate, but turned to walk straight out towards the neighborhood.
Qiao Anxia didn't even know what was wrong with her. When Qiao Anhao walked past the doors, she ran to a side and hid in a panic. Because she hid so quickly, she accidentally cut her wrist on the thorns of a dried out rose. She drew her breath in pain, but subconsciously covered her cut until she saw the figure of Qiao Anhao walk away from the doors. Then she stepped out and watched her sister's back with a complicated expression.
"Xia Xia?" When Qiao Anxia heard the sound of Chen Yang's voice and felt arms wrap around her shoulders, only then did she snap back to reality.
"What are you looking at?" Chen Yang asked in a gentle voice and followed her eyes towards the area under a lamp post on an empty street. He furrowed his brows. "Where's Qiao Qiao?"
