After dinner, Yan Xiaye went ahead back to her room to pack the clothes she would need for the next few days.
She opened the wardrobe, picked a few dignified and elegant outfits to fold, and caught sight of the sketch that Qin Yiren had given her during their last meeting, hidden deep within the wardrobe.
Although Qin Yiren couldn't be sure that the man in the drawing was indeed the biological father of her missing child, Yan Xiaye had looked at the portrait countless times, to the point that its edges had become wrinkled, engraving the man's attractively flirtatious side profile deeply into her heart.
With slender fingers caressing the sketch, Yan Xiaye carefully tucked it away once more, hopeful that Qin Yiren would be able to glean more revelations from her dreams, or at least catch a full glimpse of this man.
