Yin Xiaojing has been taking care of Su Yan and An'an for over twenty years, always treating them as her own children, and always hoping they would both live well.
"Yan, give An'an some time, things will get better."
Su Yan nodded: "No matter what she decides, I will accept it."
Even if she chooses to leave, he would let go, unwilling to involve her in these hurts, since it was his own business to begin with.
The snow in Huacheng had long stopped, though the early spring nights were still somewhat chilly. An'an hadn't told her family she was back; she took a taxi from the airport to a hotel farther away from the airport but worried that journalists might find her soon after checking in. So she had the driver change course to her elder brother's house.
It was cold outside, and a thin mist formed on the car windows, blurring the street scenes outside. She raised her hand and unconsciously wrote two words on the window: Su Yan.
