After a long while, An Feng finally composed herself.
This woman, who had weathered a lifetime of storms, could clearly see An Mingji's rejection.
An Feng tidied up her embarrassment and gazed at An Mingji with a smile.
She asked, "Child, what is your name?"
"An Mingji—"
"Mingji, Mingji…" An Feng murmured this name, then showed a gratified expression to An Mingji: "This name must have been given to you by your aunt, right? It seems she had great expectations for you."
She wasn't waiting for An Mingji's response and began to introduce herself: "My name is An Feng. Your grandmother An Ke is my sister, my real sister. In this generation of the An Family main branch, only my sister and I were born. We've been separated for over fifty years, since before the war. I was sent abroad by her when I was seventeen."
The rejection in An Mingji's eyes receded slightly. He looked at the elderly woman before him, understanding that in terms of seniority, she was his grandaunt.
