Chapter 42 Most people in Miles’ family had golden hair—bright and striking. Now, as a grown man standing there under An An’s scrutiny, he unconsciously straightened his posture, even holding his breath slightly, afraid that something about him might not meet this little ancestor’s standards. Before coming today, he had specifically changed into a tailored suit and had a stylist fix his hair. An An stared at him for a long time, momentarily forgetting to cry. He sniffled, tears still…