Yan Lingyi looked at Yan Weiyang's tearful face with some difficulty.
What she was doing now was indeed hurtful. What if the result of the retest was not wrong, and Yan Weiyang was truly her biological daughter? How hurtful would that be?
"Weiyang..."
As Yan Lingyi hesitated, Yan Yuexian impatiently interrupted, "Isn't it just doing another test? Since your hand is hurt, just take some blood; there's no need to climb mountains or cross fires. Why the delay? True cannot be false, and false cannot be true. Are you feeling guilty, cousin?"
"I'm not." Yan Weiyang gritted her teeth. She had never realized how sharp-tongued this cousin was before.
"If not, then hurry up. Even if we do a hundred paternity tests, it will be the same if you are really my cousin."
After Yan Yuexian finished speaking, she pulled a pack of tissues from her pocket, quickly extracted one, and wiped vigorously at the bloodstain on Yan Weiyang's unwashed hand.
