Syaoran was watching Anming and Delan in the distance. His chin loosely rested on his fingers, leaning back on his wheelchair.
He looked up, feeling a shadow loom over him. He smiled. "Inspector Song."
Jia wasn't sure where to start.
"You played quite a long game."
"Is that so?"
"You could have revealed Miss. Nuwa's existence way earlier when she stumbled at your place."
"Where would have been the fun in that then?"
"I think your brother who suffered a long separation would disagree."
"And? What would have happened even if he had known? Our parents would have gotten rid of her in a heartbeat. He was way too vulnerable back then."
He stared at Zihan at a distance gently draping his black coat over her shoulders. The bliss in his eyes sparkled too bright to ignore. His usual plain countenance turned sunny as if it was daylight.
