Fang Lin's gaze drifted to Yueqin, nestled against her mother, her tiny fingers curling around Yueyao's sleeve. It was a grounding sight, a tether to reality that Fang Lin clung to desperately. "I will protect both of them," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "No matter what it takes."
Jin Shuren's dark eyes met hers, an unspoken understanding passing between them. He might wield control in the shadows, but the responsibility of protection, of patience, now rested squarely on Fang Lin's shoulders as well.
The call ended, leaving the room in a fragile silence. Yueyao continued humming, blissfully unaware, while Fang Lin felt the weight of the psychologist's warning press against her chest. She straightened, trying to calm herself down.
They all need patience, care, and stability.
