Chapter 94

I stood on the tree-lined path on campus, my finger hovering over the name “Dad” in my phone’s contact list.

The bare branches of winter swayed gently in the wind, casting dappled shadows.

After much hesitation, I locked the screen—perhaps it’s more appropriate to ask Xuanman about some things.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a cold wind blew a few fallen leaves across my face, as if reminding me that there seemed to be a lot going on at home, and I was the only one kept in the dark.

As evening approached, Chu Yun pulled my…