Gu Xi wanted to find that person and learn the truth about the past.
But Dr. Qi told her, "Xiaoxi, the person who gave you your name back then was my teacher, Mr. Fang."
Mr. Fang?!
Gu Xi raised an eyebrow slightly. 'But Mr. Fang has been dead for many years...'
Gu Xi lowered her eyes and said nothing. A small vine was wrapped around her wrist, slowly coiling. Occasionally, the two tender shoots at its tip would extend toward Dr. Qi and sway back and forth.
For a moment, no one in the room spoke. The atmosphere grew tense.
Dr. Qi lay quietly against the headboard, seemingly unconcerned about his own fate.
Until Gu Xi asked him, "Have you met Yan Xun?"
Dr. Qi looked blank for a moment, then asked in return, "Who is Yan Xun?"
His reaction seemed genuine, showing no sign of deceit.
But Gu Xi knew better than anyone what kind of person Dr. Qi was.
She lifted her gaze and stared at him quietly for a long moment before speaking. "According to Yan Xun, he's my uncle."
