Jiang Ruan collapsed on the couch as she stared up at the ceiling, her vision a field of white.
"I found him." Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Jiang Fei looked up at her. The girl had her head tilted back, revealing a slim jawline and distinct cheekbones. Her face was tranquil.
"Who?"
"Little Mute."
At her words, Jiang Fei froze, a look of surprise flashing across his eyes.
She knew exactly who Jiang Ruan was talking about. Over the years, she had seen firsthand the lengths Jiang Ruan went to for this person.
"Where is he? Living a normal life?" Jiang Fei asked.
"A normal life... very normal. He can talk now. He hadn't said a single word to me in the last two years, and now, he is... he is just so normal." Jiang Ruan laughed, hand covering her eyes.
That's why she didn't dare to think in that direction.