She tugged at the corners of her mouth bitterly. Ji Yunya, you truly are a freak.
But, will there ever be such a day?
Inevitably, the radiant smiling face of the young boy flashed through her mind. Yun Ya closed her eyes and buried her face deeply into the pillow.
——
Yan Song sat in the car on the way home, hanging his head in some annoyance.
He had actually forgotten to ask for her phone number.
Yan Ke secretly watched his brother's changing expressions and couldn't help but curve his lips—how cute is a young man in love.
He coughed and said nonchalantly, "Mom, Sister Yun Ya has now blossomed into a goddess-like beauty, it's so nice."
Zhuang Xiyue smiled gently. "Do you like her then?"
Yan Ke immediately nodded vigorously. "Of course, I do."
Zhuang Xiyue's eyes twinkled with excitement as she stroked Yan Ke's head. "Good, it's good that you like her."
