Half an hour later, Ji Zhao finally calmed down.
"Chenchen, when you're outside, don't suffer." Ji Zhao looked at Ji Chen, who had grown a lot taller, and reminded him with a gentle gaze, "If you miss me, write to me."
"Okay."
"Take care of yourself. Don't let yourself get hurt."
"Okay."
"Send me a letter every 10 days."
"Okay."
"Also, don't make Master Song angry. Listen to him obediently!"
"Okay."
"Ahem." Shen Yao pretended to cough twice and advised in a low voice, "Zhaozhao, aren't you hungry? Let's eat noodles first?"
"…Alright."
Ji Zhao quickly finished the bowl of cold noodles and then carefully instructed Ji Chen.
It was not until Ji Chen could not help but start to doze off that she gradually stopped talking.
"It's getting late. Go back to your room and sleep. I'll make soup dumplings for you tomorrow morning."
