Is it that in her subconscious, she also insists on leaving a connection with him, so that she might have the chance to meet him again...
Perhaps she fell for him much earlier than she thought, it's just that she only truly understood it now.
She smiled bitterly, yet a silent tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
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The routine family feast of the Yan Family.
The biggest difference in this family feast from usual was the addition of a small child at the table.
The child from the great-grandson generation, Xiaoze, wasn't the oldest, but he was the only one qualified to be at the table because he was Yan Sijue's son.
Thus, the family feast, which was originally dominated by Old Sir Yan's voice, was now filled with Xiaoze's childish chatter.
"Daddy, I can't finish my food," Xiaoze poked at the rice in his bowl with his chopsticks.
Yan Sijue raised an eyebrow and glanced at him: "You've barely eaten a mouthful."
