Now, he was both Yolanda's nominal brother and her attending physician.
Similarly, he was also the person Yolanda trusted the most now.
"Yolanda, it's too late. Stop reading and rest early," Chris advised.
His demeanor was calm and composed.
When he was young, he called Yolanda "sister," but now, he prefers to call her by her name.
Yolanda looked up, glanced at Chris, and said with a smile, "I can't sleep. I'll read a little longer."
The Chris in front of her was three years younger than she, but he seemed mature, steady, like a mountain, giving her great sense of security.
Moreover, she discovered that Chris was becoming more and more charming, no longer the little boy of the past.
"If you can't sleep, I can chat with you."
Chris lowered his head, his eyes fell on her face, his eyes as black as the night sky, distant and deep.
"Sure, what do you want to chat about?" Yolanda laughed, "Has anyone at the hospital pursued you? Hehe."
