The door was opened, and the last history seemed to repeat itself at this moment, but this time what Song Yan saw was not the back, but the gentle watery eyes.

The pupils trembled slightly, then gradually widened.

The two just looked at each other for a second, and Song Yan felt as if something was blocked in her throat, choking and panicking.

"Yan'er?" the woman called softly.

Song Yan reluctantly agreed. Fu Yanci placed his palm on her back and whispered, "We ...