Liu Wanying screamed behind the glass, the scrape of her nails against it sharp enough to pierce an eardrum.
Jiang Huaixiao walked out without looking back.
The door to the visiting room closed behind him, swallowing those screams little by little until all that remained was the echo of leather shoes striking the concrete floor of the corridor.
He stopped at the corner of the corridor and turned to look out the window. Sunlight was breaking through the clouds, spreading a pale golden glow across the ground.
From now on, he would make sure Jiang Xun lived his whole life in the light.
Cherished and spoiled by everyone, he would be a little young master who could do as he pleased, with someone to take care of the consequences when he caused trouble and stand up for him when he was wronged.
He would shield his little brother from everything dark, filthy, and unfit to see the light of day.
If anyone ever dared make him shed another tear, he would make that person repay it a hundred, a thousand times over.
Jiang Huaixiao held the longevity lock in his palm and slowly closed his fingers around it.
And now, it was time to let Jiang Xun know that he had never been an unwanted child.
The restaurant Jiang Huaixiao had chosen was on the top floor of the China World Trade Center, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls that offered a view of more than half of Capital City's skyline.
Green plants screened off the window-side table, providing excellent privacy, while music flowed softly through the room.
Jiang Xun arrived more than ten minutes later than the agreed time.
His school uniform jacket was draped over his arm, his schoolbag slung across his body, and his hair was a windblown