An Yin's eyebrows arched upwards, unexpectedly colliding with the man's dark, cold eyes, and she quickly suppressed the guilty look in her eyes.
Bao Shaojin fell into deep thought.
The young girl naturally blurted out: How could she know?
This showed that she didn't doubt the intentions of her good friend. A trace of hostility flickered in Bao Shaojin's somber eyes.
Facing the young girl's clear and innocent eyes, he ultimately couldn't bear to reveal the darkest part of this world to her.
Bao Shaojin coldly and indifferently said, "Is it strange for me to return to my own home?"
An Yin was stifled by his words.
Indeed, why should it be strange for him to return to his own home? It was actually she who was occupying the nest.
An Yin tightened her grip on her knees, and her dazed eyes fell on the blanket.
In the bedroom, the temperature was moderate, yet the heat in someone's heart never dissipated, and it even seemed to rekindle.
