Heartache instantly filled his chest.
Ji Sang stood up and approached Fu Yisi, embracing the man with an attitude of protection and comfort.
"En, she has been staying at the sanitarium these past few years, passing the time by drawing."
Fu Yisi's voice was hoarse.
"How come she's home?"
Actually, Fu Yisi already knew the answer, but he just wanted to hear it from Ji Sang.
To hear it more precisely, to know the latest about her condition.
Ji Sang felt a sourness at the tip of her nose, restraining her emotions just like Fu Yisi.
"Auntie suffered an injury before and doesn't remember things, she only knows that she's called Ah Xing."
Ah Xing.
Only someone affectionately close to the Fu Family would call her that.
Fu Yisi lifted his hand and held Ji Sang in his embrace.
Without a word.
But Ji Sang understood everything.
He was grateful that Auntie was still alive and well, even if she didn't remember them anymore, it didn't matter.
"Let's take it slowly, okay?"
