——Playing a role.
Su Ming'an felt his heartbeat pounding like a drum, thumping, as Su Wensheng's painful memories drilled into his mind, resonating with the memory sparks of Liu Xuanxuan, Ming Luo, and Yi Hengchuan.
"Su Xiaobai!" Shang Qi pushed open the door: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine." Su Ming'an steadied his heartbeat: "Let's go back and eat."
As he passed by the mirror, he felt the image of himself flicker, revealing white strands of hair, but when he looked into the mirror, it was still black hair.
"..." Su Ming'an glanced at his normal san value, which hadn't changed in a long time.
Back at the dining table, grandma brought a bowl of boiled shrimp: "Son, eat shrimp! Your favorite shrimp!"
Under grandma's eager gaze, Su Ming'an peeled the shrimp shell, ate one, and nodded: "Delicious."
