"So what do you suggest we do? We're two unmarried men, adopting isn't in the procedure. Should we send her to an orphanage?"
Shen You'an recognized the voices as her father's colleagues from the fire brigade.
Shen You'an raised one hand, looked at the chubby little hand, and realized she had returned to being five years old, on the day of her father's burial.
She was unsure if it was a trial and error or if she had returned to the correct timeline, but now that she was here, she decided to stay and find Gu Xianning.
Shen You'an sat up.
The two men, who stood at the door smoking, saw Shen You'an awake, immediately stubbed out their cigarettes, and walked in, "An'an, you're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
The little girl, who looked like a doll, had big, dark eyes, and when she looked at people, those eyes seemed deep and boundless, making others feel uneasy.
The two men exchanged glances, feeling that something seemed different about the child.
