Yan Yi'an touched his chin.
He did not deny Yan Wan's words.
Before this, he had only vaguely felt that although Yan Xianjue was the youngest in the family and always got whatever he wanted since childhood,
he always seemed to be separated from this world by a layer.
He did not like attending high-society social banquets.
Nor did he like close-range contact with anyone other than his family members.
It was just that before Yan Xianjue, the family already had a genius child with health issues like Yan Shan.
Compared to that, Yan Xianjue could at best be considered someone who just didn't like going out much.
Or what was often called an introvert on the internet nowadays.
However, ever since he could hear Yan Xianjue's inner voice, Yan Yi'an developed another suspicion.
Could it be that, prior to this, Yan Xianjue was separated from this novel's world by a layer?
Although he might not have recalled his origins at that time,
did he instinctively feel like a mere onlooker, as if viewing flowers through the mist?
Thinking of this, Yan Yi'an suddenly couldn't help smiling.
He laughed at himself for being too sensitive; look at that childish and carefree attitude in Yan Xianjue's inner voice.
Ever since they could hear Yan Xianjue's inner voice, they had never heard a hint of panic about the plot from his thoughts.
Yan Xianjue doesn't have such delicate emotions, Yan Yi'an muttered to himself.
"Hm?" Yan Wan stood closest to him and vaguely heard Yan Xianjue's name.
She turned to look at him strangely.
Yan Yi'an just shook his head. "I suppose I was overthinking it."
If Yan Xianjue didn't want to talk about it, there was no need to delve deeply into such matters.
Yan Wan turned back around completely baffled,