Yun Ya raised her eyes and glanced at Yan Song, who had already turned to walk outside the living room.
Yun Ya nodded slightly, "Okay."
After taking a few steps, she turned to Song Yiren, who was standing silently to the side, and smiled, "Sister Yiren, why don't you come with us too?"
Song Yiren bit her lip, took a look at Yan Song's retreating figure, and stepped forward to follow.
In the courtyard, Yan Song stood with his arms crossed under the wisteria trellis, the setting sun casting mottled shadows through the gaps in the leaves, his tall and straight figure and facial contours were outlined by the pale golden light, creating an astonishing beauty.
He looked up lazily, his dark eyes reflecting the golden light of the sky, tinged with the dark whirlpool-like depths of the ocean, as if they held a magical power that could draw in Yun Ya's soul.
Yan Ke snorted, "Showing off again."
Yun Ya chuckled, "He's naturally handsome."
