Nan Fei couldn't help but suppress a smile, shaking her head in resignation.
"Sister Nan Fei, you have to miss me too!" Yu Yiji, seeing that Nan Fei wasn't paying attention to him, felt very uneasy. He trotted a few steps after her and hugged her long leg, looking pitifully up at her, "Will you miss me?"
"I will!" Although Nan Fei was speaking to Yu Yiji, her gaze was fixed on Jiang Yang, who had remained silent throughout, not uttering a word.
The little guy was dressed in a neat and tidy school uniform, his skin fair, his beautiful lips carrying a faint sheen. Standing in the morning sunlight, he already had the air of a young man, and his eyes, looking at Nan Fei, no longer had the autistic, lifeless look of the past.
Nan Fei frowned slightly, suddenly feeling as though something was amiss. At home, it was no big deal for Jiang Yang to be silent, but recently his condition had improved markedly. It would be more than two months before she could return from school.
