An Mingji adjusted the glasses on his nose, feeling a bit of bitterness in his heart, as he tightly held Gu Jin's hand without letting go.
He gently shook his head at An Feng: "No, all the family members have left."
"..."
An Feng sat on the sofa, her elegantly clasped hands trembling slightly.
"Left?" Her voice could no longer remain calm.
An Mingji nodded lightly at her: "Yes."
An Feng's eyes turned red, and she asked with a trembling voice: "Do you have a relative named An Ke?"
Hearing the familiar name, An Mingji also couldn't stay calm; it was as if a string in his mind snapped, and the emotions of sorrow flooded his chest.
The young man responded in a hoarse voice: "Yes, she was my grandmother."
Following this, An Mingji saw the elderly woman in front of him unable to contain her emotions, her expression on the verge of breaking, mixed with surprise and joy.
He squinted his eyes, then continued: "She passed away six years ago."
The words carried a hint of malice.
