At six in the morning the next day, Yun Ya opened her eyes and looked at Yun Miao sleeping beside her, suddenly feeling a sense of unreality.
She got up and walked to the window, drawing the curtains open, allowing the first ray of morning light to bathe her entire body. The faint warmth and light symbolizing hope gradually dispelled the gloom in her heart.
Remembering Yun Shen's words at last night's dinner table, a chill struck Yun Ya's heart, nearly submerging her in an instant.
"Your grandmother is coming tomorrow; she used to live in our old home, but from now on, she will live with us. Both of you must listen to grandmother's words."
"Yes, Daddy." Without questioning where this grandmother suddenly came from, she obediently complied, and she saw the deep satisfaction in Yun Shen's eyes.
At that moment, holding Yun Miao's hand, her heart felt chillingly cold.
