There is no difference between biological parents and foster parents.

At least that's how it is for me.

My mother scrutinized me critically as we entered.

My father, on the other hand, gave a gentle smile and waved to Xie Xi.

Xie Xi took a half step forward, then stopped.

She firmly held my hand and introduced me to them.

The parents didn't mind and, after acknowledging they had gained a daughter, started asking about Xie Xi's recent situation.

I sat alone on the other side of the sofa, with only Xie Xi stealing glances back at me.

In her eyes, there was an unshakeable worry.

My nails dug into my palm, leaving a deep crescent mark.

I tilted my head, listening to their casual chatter.

They were talking about Xie Xi.

And also, Xie Xi's fiancé.