Regarding meeting Xi Nian, Yuran felt very conflicted. On one hand, he was her brother; on the other, she now met Xi Nian using someone else's identity.
She couldn't say her grudge ran deep after so many years of Xi Nian not finding her, but there was still a hint of resentment.
The day they met was overcast, and it started to pour on the way, eerily similar to the day she had gotten lost, making her feel slightly heavy-hearted.
Bo Yan drove ahead while Zhizhi sat with her in the back seat. The two of them nearly simultaneously sensed the anxiety and resistance emanating from Yuran.
Bo Yan saw Yuran's tense face in the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, "Baby, if you're not ready, I can call Xi Nian and reschedule."
It seemed he always understood her.
Even if she said nothing, he was keenly aware. As their gazes met in the rearview mirror, Yuran's mood eased a bit, "It's nothing, I just recalled some long-sealed memories."
