"You're living there all alone; it's too miserable."
Lin Qingluo couldn't bear it: "How about this, I'll let Baoya come out to accompany you, so you won't be too lonely."
"Okay."
Lin Yixuan felt a warmth in his heart, leaned forward, and affectionately rested against his sister.
*
Yi Xian'er was terrified, falling into the stream and fleeing all night, exhausted in body and spirit.
Staying in the inn, she was still worried and lay on the bed in a daze, half asleep and half awake.
Feng Yi woke up full of energy, and when he opened his eyes, it was already afternoon.
He got out of bed and pushed open the window, stretched lazily while basking in the warm winter sun.
Xian'er heard the movement next door, rubbed her eyes and opened them.
"Brother Yi, Sister is here, she's calling you downstairs for dinner."
Lin Yixuan ran up the stairs lightly and knocked on Feng Yi's door.
"Master is here?"
