The air around her seemed to have become thinner and she felt her breaths become heavier.
Chen Jiahang was extremely excited but he controlled his facial expression and only smiled softly at her.
He Xiyan walked to the dining table and noticed that this was the wooden table that she had purchased one year ago. The table still looked as good as new.
She bit her lip, glanced at Jiahang before she quickly looked away and picked up her bowl.
"Yan Yan… do you feel unwell?" Chen Jiahang asked. He saw that Yan Yan's face was so flushed that she looked like she was running a high fever. He also noticed that she looked a little exhausted.
He Xiyan shook her head.
"I'm fine," she said. Then, she used her chopsticks to put a piece of chicken into her bowl.
