The morning breeze brushed through An Ruoxue’s ink-black hair, teasing the long, elegant curve of her neck. She stood before the tombstones of An Shangfan and her mother, her eyes fixed intently on the black-and-white photographs etched into the stone.
Countless times in the past, she had imagined the moment she would reunite with her family. Her mind had replayed a thousand dialogues, rehearsing the very first words she would say when she finally met them.
But now...
Chapter 398