Yun Ya thought to herself that Aunt Zhuang really had a unique touch—Lau Nana might as well prepare to spend a long time behind bars.
In the afternoon, Pei Jinghong arrived; seeing Yun Ya seriously reviewing materials, he sat beside her for a while and then left.
Yun Ya rubbed her eyes and got up to walk to the window, watching the people coming and going in the hospital garden and raised her hand to rub her temples.
Wei Qing brought her a cup of hot water: "You look very pale; are you feeling unwell?"
Yun Ya took it and sipped, the warmth of the tea diluting the chill at the bottom of her heart, and she smiled slightly.
"Does it show that much?"
Wei Qing stared at her face for a few extra seconds: "I've never seen you with makeup before, but today, you've put on light makeup, probably to cover up your weariness and sickly appearance. Did you not rest well last night?"
