The next day, as the first rays of sunlight bathed the skies over Beijing, the bustling city came alive once more. People heading to work and school emerged from their homes, and the quiet streets became busy again. Lan Xue, who hadn't slept all night, walked into the yard, looking up at the rising sun with growing unease. Lan Xing quietly approached, leaning against the door, feeling deeply guilty as she saw her sister's sorrowful expression. If it weren't for her, none of this would have happened. Sigh—!
A long sigh, filled with countless sorrows!
"Sister, you don't have to worry too much." Lan Xing walked over slowly, her expression troubled. After searching all night without a single clue, her eyes were red and her eye bags dark, her face devoid of its usual glow and mischief. This kidnapping had forced Lan Xing to mature rapidly.
