*Who could have told him that Yuyan could act? And this professionally?* The thought formed clearly in his mind, and he had no answer.
Behind him, Chen Xiao stared at Yuyan with his mouth hanging open. He didn't understand what was happening, not really. He just knew Yuyan had been fine five minutes ago and now she was crying on the floor and it was confusing.
In the sitting room, the silence stretched.
Lin Feng looked at his daughter. At Yuyan. At the burns on Shuyin's hands, the tears on both their faces, the quiet devastation radiating off the two of them like heat from a wound.
And something in him, something small and human that Chen Madam and years of marriage hadn't quite managed to kill, cracked.
"Get up," Lin Feng had said. "Both of you. Please."
