"Hmm..." Lu Fengxuan nodded calmly, her emotions appearing composed. "I understand, Dad. Please, go ahead."
Facing Yan Huaizheng's worried gaze, she desperately tried to muster a smile. Her lips stiffened, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't smile. She finally gave up.
Underneath the blankets, her fingers quietly clenched tightly.
"Little Xuanxuan..." Yan Huaizheng struggled to find the words to say.
"Dad, I haven't contacted Brother Ayin in the past few days. Could you help me reach him?"
Lu Fengxuan's gaze revealed a deep yearning.
"He must be worried sick because he can't reach me. Dad, I miss him… I miss him so much."
Her voice softened; whenever that name crossed her lips, her heart melted into a tender ache.
"Yu Chiyin, he..." Yan Huaizheng gritted his teeth tightly. "He's currently unreachable for now."
