"Ji Liangchen?"
Watching the man's face change unpredictably, Yan Xiaye gave a somewhat desolate smile, "Did I say it too suddenly and scare you?"
"No." Ji Liangchen denied without thinking, "It's just that I didn't expect you to have such a painful experience."
At this point, it was clear that he was completely unaware of such a past, and he was not the so-called person in the painting.
Yan Xiaye lowered her eyes, rubbed her eyes stung by the seawater, and sighed lightly with slightly red eyes, "Yes, I should have realized earlier that finding the whereabouts of the baby is not such a simple matter."
"... hmm."
A mix of emotions swept through his heart, and Ji Liangchen observed Yan Xiaye's sad and sorrowful expression, feeling a fleeting urge to reveal everything.
Considering Little Yunduo's affection for Yan Xiaye, if she knew they were true mother and child, one couldn't imagine how happy she would be.
But...
