"Okay!"
Though the two have different personalities, they're at least gentlemen, and they know when to back off.
Shen Luhua led An'an to a nearby waiting chair and sat down. For eighteen years, they were just mother and daughter. Shen Luhua's arrival changed her from mother to aunt.
It's hard not to sigh.
"An'an, were you scared?" Shen Luhua asked with concern.
"Yes!" An'an rubbed her temples in distress. She had many thoughts she hadn't shared with anyone else, including her professors at school and Hai Yunbing. These psychological troubles she would only share with her aunt.
"My brain is very messy, sometimes I hear noises. I think it's due to overloaded stress, so I want to store away some memories." The blood flowing from her sister in front of the funeral hall impacted her even more than when Han Xiaoqiu died.
She cares too much about her sister.
The more you care, the more afraid you are of losing.
