C50 Shallow margin of feeling

There was only a middle-aged nanny with a kind face taking care of him.

The room was clean.

Clean as a germaphobe.

Han Sifeng finally saw his sister's photo. It was gentle and pleasant, with a peaceful smile in her clear eyes. It was like a large field of dancing gardenia, pure white and sweet.

Han Sifeng very attentively helped the nanny prepare a sumptuous dinner. After eating it