I thought we would always fly together, until the day I brought Xiao Lan back to the Military District Mansion for a gathering. Normally detached, Xiao Lan seemed slightly emotional.
Her emotion was really minimal, just a slight raise of her eyebrows, as if surprised to see someone. It was a minor incident, but I was truly astonished because Xiao Lan never showed emotions towards people I thought she might know. That's what concerned me.
The host of the gathering, Mo Junhua, has a significant connection with me.
Mo Junhua is also a pitiful person. In middle-age, both his sons and his daughter died in accidents, and his wife also passed away.
The three miseries of life: losing parents in youth, losing a spouse in middle age, and losing children in old age. He faced two of them. As he has no descendants, he fully supported my son, and I am grateful to him.
