Even Lingyue, she cared for deeply.
She raised her hand to touch Lingyue's head, saying kindly, "Xiao Yue, don't rush martial arts training. There's plenty of time in the future. Nothing is more important than your health. First get better, okay?"
The tenderness and affection in her eyes were obvious.
No one had looked at him with such tender, loving eyes ever since his grandmother left the world.
Warmth started to rise in Lingyue's chest; his nose became sour as his eyes grew moist.
Fearful of shedding tears, he quickly lowered his head. "Sure Auntie, I'll listen to you."
"Good boy!" Ye Xingbei stood up, patted him on the head. "Let's go, come back home with Auntie. Let's drink some water and eat some fruit."
She then touched Xiao Shu's head asking: "Xiao Shu, have you eaten any fruit today?"
