As Wanwan’s words fell, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Yun Zhan’s clenched fist trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and he cautiously asked in a hushed voice, “Is it true?”
Struggling, Wanwan slipped off Xia Zhihuai’s leg and walked to the counter, tiptoeing to reach for the walnut-colored frame placed on top. She held her breath and made several attempts, but couldn’t reach it. Instead, her little face turned red from the effort, and finally, she stood in front of the cabinet, looking up at the height she couldn’t reach, lost in thought.
Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan sat in place, watching her every effort. Xia Zhihuai raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth, trying not to disrupt the atmosphere at such a moment. However, even Yun Zhan couldn’t help but find this scene somewhat amusing. The previously pervasive atmosphere of sadness seemed to dissipate because of it.