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If she was alive, she should’ve already been found, and if she wasn’t, there should have been a body. Yet there was nothing of Ye Rongrong. No one knows if she is still alive.

Like Ye Jianguo, Ye Shuyun never got over the loss of that sister of hers.

“I don’t know either,” said Ye Shuyun. “All I knew was your aunt was taciturn a few days before going missing. She wouldn’t answer any questions either. I had planned to give her a talk. You know, girls can have a lot going on in their minds on that age.”

But her younger sister went missing before she had the chance to counsel her. No one was alarmed at first, thinking that she might’ve gone on a vacation, but she didn’t return on the second morning.

That set everyone on a panic. She was only a young girl, and who knew what could have prevented her from coming home? Everyone was worried that something had happened to her, but no one had expected her to never be found again.

Even until now, Ye Shuyun dared not recall her. Did she run into trouble? What had she gone through? Is she still alive?

“I wish your aunt was still here.”

Ye Shuyun sighed. She picked up the remote and rewatched the dancing episode.

“Putting other things aside, Su Muran is unexpectedly good at dancing. ”

“Do you really think the person dancing is Su Muran, Mom?” asked Lu Yi. Why did everyone assume that Su Muran was the dancer? Couldn’t she have used a body double?

“Who, if not her? She didn’t deny it when the question was posted to her either. That’s equivalent to saying yes.”

“Is that so?” asked Lu Yi. Could there really be such a rule in the acting industry?

“Yes,” nodded Ye Shuyun. “Not denying it is the same as admitting it was her.”

“That’s funny,” said Lu Yi, his lips curving into a cold arc. “Cause she wasn’t the one who danced.”

“What?” said Ye Shuyun, tossing away the remote control. “It wasn’t her?”

“Exactly,” said Lu Yi. He picked up the remote controller from the sofa and reverted to the dance scene. She didn’t deny it, but she didn’t dare admit it either. She wasn’t the one dancing.

“In that case, who was the dancer then?” asked Ye Shuyun unhappily, feeling as though she had been cheated. In fact, she did get cheated.

“A body double,” said Lu Yi, handing the remote back to her and rising. He planned to return to his room for a rest. There was no cause to go home with Yan Huan away from home advertising.

Once again he had turned into a “wife-gazing rock”. Hopefully, she would return before he actually turns into a rock.

“Oh, by the way,” said Ye Shuyun.

Lu Yi stopped walking. “What is it?”

He had a hand on the staircase railing and a foot on the steps, all ready to go up. Ever since the house was split into two, he moved upstairs where it was quieter.

Ye Shuyun was aware that she shouldn’t be asking certain things, but she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“When are you and Huanhuan going to have a child? Any plans so far? Your second aunt already has Little Lei now.”

“We aren’t in a hurry, Mom. Give us a few more years.”

Lu Yi’s knuckles whitened around the railing.

“I don’t want a kid yet, Mom. You know, I just got married, and I want to enjoy the couple life for now.”

“And who says you can’t? I’ll look after the child for you. You guys can do what you want! It would be as if you didn’t have a child!” said Ye Shuyun desperately. She wanted a grandson badly, especially after seeing the plump Little Lei. Lu Jin was assigned back to the Sea City, but all he did everyday was stare at his lifeless paintings and artworks like an idiot.

She, on the other hand, was losing all her brain cells through watching television. If they had a grandson, they would’ve all the time in the world to look after him. Lu Yi and Yan Huan didn’t have to do a thing. He could continue to be his prosecutor while she could continue to be a star. She didn’t care about that. She just wanted a grandson.

“I’m not ready for a kid yet,” said Lu Yi, straightening his back as he ascended the stairs. He heard Ye Shuyun sigh, but she gave no further arguments.

Until now, he hasn’t even thought about how to tell them that he couldn’t give them a grandson.

He was afraid they couldn’t take the impact.

Yes, he was the one who couldn’t have a child.

His fault, and his alone.

After entering his room, he took out his laptop from his bag and placed it on his lap. He switched it on and began researching.

Soon, he clicked on the link to a video. It was no other than the dance footage from the drama. Everyone believed that Su Muran was the dancer, and even Su Muran herself might have started to believe that, but that wasn’t the truth. There was a body double. He was a person who valued and restored truth. Putting the laptop aside onto the table, he stood up and walked out with the laptop still on. On the screen of the computer, the dance went on, but it wasn’t the cut from the drama. In this version, there wasn’t any traces of editing. A dancer in red turned around. It was no other than Yan Huan, her hair smoothly cascading to her waist, a teardrop-shaped gem embedded on her forehead. Her outfit was the exact same as Su Muran did in the drama.

A replica, even.

When Lu Yi went home, he had a glass of milk in his hand. He had grown accustomed to drinking two cups of milk a day; he might not even be able to sleep without it.

Putting the cup aside, he sat up and continued researching on the laptop.

Sparing a hand, he held the cup and sipped at the milk.

Sitting with his legs crossed, he watched calmly and nonchalantly, as though he wasn’t thinking about anything apart from the taste of the milk.

Then he shut his laptop and held up his phone. It was time to sleep.