Staring at the boxes filled with her son’s belongings, her eyes teared up a bit. But when Wang Yi-An came over to put her hands on her shoulder, she smiled when Wang Yi-An rubbed her and said, “Mom. I’m still here.”
Mom? Yang Tian-Xu wasn’t sure what he was hearing. He stood there, confused. He began to question his hearing. “Did I hear that right?”
He stood there in silent, but his aunt knew that he must be confused when Wang Yi-An called her mom. It was obvious with that look on his face. She said, “I forgot to introduce to you. This is my adopted daughter. Xiao-An. She’s actually Xiao-Xiu’s younger twin sister.”
Yang Tian-Xu knew about Pan Xiu. But he had never heard about Pan An, or the name Wang Yi-An, before she came into Yang Corps as an intern. He wasn’t sure what was going on. His mind felt like it had been pried open.