Li Yeqi stood in the center of the square, surrounded by a tumult of voices. His hearing was excellent, and he could distinctly hear that familiar voice coming from the television. His body tensed like a drawn string as he stared, unblinkingly, at the woman dressed in Doraemon cartoon clothes.
Even though he couldn't see her expression, the tenderness and pride in her voice were unmistakable. This woman had once decisively left the entertainment industry she loved. Now, even when she appeared on television, she refused to reveal her true face.
He clenched his fists, his gaze falling on the little boy's face, whose delicate features were beautiful. At that moment, the boy was leaning against Yan Luoxi, like her Little Weiba, showing none of the coldness and pride from before.
So, this was Yanling.
