She began to realize that someone was constantly thinking about her, worrying for her, and caring for her.
Strangely, those few noisy kids, completely unrelated by blood, sometimes gave her a feeling akin to family.
Although she had died once, she was not all alone.
Qin Xin washed her face with cold water.
She didn't notice that her already faint makeup had been mostly washed away.
As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she bumped into Lan Yingjun waiting by the door.
Lan Yingjun was holding a wine glass from the banquet, his face somber, lost in thought.
When Qin Xin's footsteps sounded, he immediately straightened up, trying to appear more spirited: "Xin..."
Seeing it was him, Qin Xin's gaze turned cold.
She ignored him and continued to walk forward.
Lan Yingjun followed her closely: "Xin... Wenrou and I are not what you think. I was taking care of her like a sister because the Qin Family said you had passed away. I wanted to fulfill your last wish..."
