It wasn't until after six in the evening that Yan Fei came out of the study.
He knocked on Yan Lingyi's door, but there was no response.
The one who must be feeling the saddest right now is probably Auntie.
A daughter she cherished for three years, whom she always believed to be pure and kind — who would have thought she'd be like this.
Shaking his head with a sigh, he turned to knock on Yan Yuexian's door.
"Yuexian, come out for dinner."
Yan Yuexian curled up in her blanket, silent.
Yan Fei raised his voice, "Be good, eat first. You're still sick and can't go hungry."
Only then did Yan Yuexian open the door, her eyes red and swollen, her hair a mess, with strands wet from tears sticking to her face.
Clearly, she had been crying for a long time.
Yan Fei patted her head, took her hand, and led her downstairs.
As they passed by Yan Weiyang's door, he only glanced at it briefly, without stopping.
Yan Yuexian had no appetite, taking just a few bites.
