"Go ahead, I'm listening," Meng Sihan said with interest, "Maybe I can even give you some advice."
An Yin was already in a state of hesitation, and Meng Sihan's words sparked her desire to confide, "I've lived with my mom since I was little, and I've grown accustomed to a life without a dad. But every time I see others mentioning 'dad', I feel envious."
At this point, An Yin paused, and Meng Sihan didn't rush her.
Under the quiet night sky, the man lit a cigarette. The breeze from the sunroof occasionally blew across his cold, aloof face, and the smell of smoke lingered in the air, intensifying with every breath.
"Now, I have his contact information." An Yin sighed softly.
She didn't continue to speak.
But Meng Sihan understood the meaning behind her words, "If you don't reach out, you'll never be able to let go in this lifetime?"
The man's words caused a tremor in An Yin's heart.
