Jiang Xiyao trembled, struggling to raise her arm. On that fair and beautiful face, fear, doubt, joy, and a multitude of other emotions flickered back and forth, eventually being overtaken by something else entirely.,Staggering, he pulled open the door and stepped into the living room, seeing a calendar on the coffee table.,"Mother, I'm a bit tired and want to take a nap. I'll talk to you both when father and brother return."。