Ji Anning heard footsteps behind her and suddenly turned around. The man's towering figure had already reached her, and before she could react, she was already wrapped in his embrace.
Familiar suit, familiar scent, familiar heartbeat, familiar arms, yet she couldn't find the familiar feeling.
Ji Anning did not understand why this sudden embrace had come. She clenched her fists above her chest and tilted her head back, brushing her head against the man's chin.
But before she could look at his face, his large hand suddenly grabbed the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest.
His fingers slid into her hair, his fingertips cool, his breathing heavy.
After the initial shock and surprise, Ji Anning felt fear. Something must have happened, "Uncle, what happened?"
The man took a deep breath, his breathing slightly trembling. After a long pause, his voice, filled with heartache, finally reached Ji Anning's head, "I said, even if you are my own niece, what of it?"
