Skipping the significant analysis in the middle, Nan Wan caught sight of seven words at the bottom of the identification conclusion: Confirmed no blood relationship.
Her mind went blank first, and then within a few fleeting seconds, all the disbelief surged like a raging tide, finally settling into calmness.
The entire process lasted only a minute.
Shen Zhimei walked to the door and naturally pulled the wind-scattered identification paper from Nan Wan's hand, "Weren't you supposed to go to the countryside for me? Why are you back?"
"I have a special situation," Nan Wan, with her exquisite brows and eyes showing little fluctuation, closed the hospital room door, "Third brother, are you being discharged today?"
Nan Ze, who had changed out of his hospital gown and stood by the bedside, wore a white shirt paired with black suit pants, his stature tall and straight, with a quarter-blood mix that made his features deep and silent, looking exactly the same as that day a year ago.
