"knew."

Song Yuli only got out of bed after hearing the door close.

Looking at the closed door, Song Yuli narrowed his eyes and touched his lips.

Barefoot, Song Yuli went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she saw her reflection clearly, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed red.

Her eyebrows and eyes were full of spring, her eyes were like water, her cherry lips were red without makeup, and upon closer inspection, they were slightly swollen. There were pink strawberries on her neck, one after another.

She gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, recalling the scenes from last night. Song Yuli felt that she no longer had the courage to even see Nangong Yu.

"well."

With a helpless sigh, Song Yuli listlessly brushed his teeth and washed his face.

She had already promised Liang Nannan yesterday that she would go to her dorm to keep her company today, but now it seems that she won't be able to go out today.

Picking up his phone from the bedside table, Song Yuli sent a message to Liang Nannan, explaining that she wasn't feeling well that day and couldn't come over to keep her company.

After the message was successfully sent, Song Yu went downstairs and looked at the still-steaming breakfast on the table, which warmed her heart.

Song Yuli opened his phone again, opened the camera, adjusted the focus and lighting, and took a picture of the breakfast on the table.

"It's so good to have you."

"Photo JOP."

After successfully posting on WeChat Moments, Song Yuli put down his phone, sat down in a chair, and ate his breakfast in small bites.

After finishing breakfast, Song Yuli carefully organized the things he had brought from City B.

"Smack—"

Suddenly, a dark object fell out of the suitcase.

Song Yuli stared intently, her cherry lips slightly pursed.

This is the only thing her so-called father left behind.

After picking it up, Song Yuli examined it carefully in his hand.

Because it has been left for a long time, the original appearance of the pendant is no longer visible.

She couldn't help but recall what Wang Guiqin had told her.

She said her father was from Beijing.

Remembering what people on Weibo said about her being an orphan, Song Yuli suddenly gripped the pendant tightly in her hand, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

She was determined to find her biological father, even though he was no longer alive.

...

Inside a military compound in the capital city—

Achoo!

A loud sneeze came from the house where Major General An Mujia of China lived.

An Mujia rubbed her nose with a gloomy expression.

Someone must be talking badly about him behind his back!

Suddenly, a roar came from the living room—

"An Mujia, you get the hell out here!"

An Mujia's expression changed, and she cursed her bad luck inwardly. She had no choice but to obediently walk out of the study.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, he saw a strange object flying towards him. His body reacted faster than his brain, and by the time An Mujia came to his senses, it had already dodged it.

An Mujia's brow twitched as she looked at the black cane lying on the ground. She then spoke to the furious old man in the living room.

"Dad, are you trying to murder your own child?"

"Don't call me Dad. I don't have a son as rebellious as you."

An Shiquan spoke angrily.

An Mujia: "..."

An Mujia rubbed her temples and said helplessly, "Dad, how have I been so disobedient?"

It would have been better if he hadn't brought it up, because the moment he did, An Shiquan started spitting directly into his nose: "You have the nerve to ask me? Junwei next door already has a grandson, and what about you? You're almost fifty and you still don't even have a wife."