Yang Qiuhua nodded without hesitation, like a student answering the teacher's question. "Yes. I didn't forget what you had told me. I have been taking them regularly and haven't missed the dose even once."
Huo Yao took her finger back. "Do you still have the incense that I gave you?"
"Yes… I use some every night." When Yang Qiuhua answered this question, she was visibly hesitant.
Huo Yao grinned wickedly. "If you had, you wouldn't have experienced palpitations and insomnia."
Yang Qiuhua lowered her head at once. It was some time before she continued. "Actually when I moved here, I forgot to bring the incense with me."
A dark glint arose in Huo Yao's eyes. But she still sounded composed and asked in a casual voice. "Is that so?"
Every time Yang Qiuhua saw her granddaughter speaking in a serious tone, her heart would start to race. Still, Yang Qiuhua worked up the courage to say, "Yes. I am not lying to you."
