After changing clothes and washing her face, Luo Qianqian finally went downstairs.
But the very act of lowering her head, as if to hide something, let Luo Yanwu and Qin Nuan notice something was off, and they immediately stopped Luo Qianqian and saw her eyes, bright red.
Looking at her nose, that was also bright red.
"What's wrong? Who made you cry?" Luo Yanwu frowned deeply.
Luo Qianqian shook her head, "I just spoke with my brother and missed him a bit."
"Shufan?" The only person who had the privilege to be called 'my brother' here was Luo Shufan. As Xi Ming had said, he could never compare to Luo Shufan. After all, the time they had spent together was so much less.
"Yes," Luo Qianqian forced a smile, "I haven't seen him for over a year, and he doesn't even know what clothes I wear anymore."
There was a moment of silence; Qin Nuan didn't speak, and neither did Luo Yanwu.
They were unable to offer comfort, after all, they were powerless regarding Luo Shufan's departure.
