Living room.
Mu Anhan sat on the wide sofa, watching the news report on the TV:
Mu Anhan was so saddened that tears flowed uncontrollably, a three-year-old child, the same size as her own twins, didn't even have the chance to see this colorful world before bidding it farewell!
She couldn't bear to watch the news anymore, hastily grabbing the remote to turn it off.
Just as she reached for a tissue to wipe her tears, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a silent figure at the door.
She didn't know when this shadow entered or how long it had been watching her.
As she turned her head to look over.
"Third brother…" Mu Anhan choked out, her voice breaking.
The glow of the setting sun spilled over the man standing at the doorway. He was very thin, with gentle features, a sickly pallor to his skin, and eyes that were deeply set, yet very bright, like an ancient pond, mysterious and unfathomable.
Yet, such an exquisite man was seated in a wheelchair!
