A few seconds later, Huo Zhenyang carried her down from the terrace.
Auntie Li had been waiting in the bedroom on the second floor, and hurried over as soon as she saw the young master carrying Miss Jiayi down.
Once in the bedroom, he placed Jiayi into the covers, straightened up with an expressionless face, his voice faint and indistinct of joy or anger, "Auntie Li, take good care of her."
Auntie Li said, "Yes, young master."
The man's silhouette turned, and he left the girl's bedroom.
With Auntie Li's gentle comfort, Jiayi drank some milk and finally felt drowsy.
Auntie Li turned off the light and closed the door, leaving the room first.
In the dimly lit bedroom, there was a warm atmosphere.
Jiayi closed her eyes and gradually drifted into sleep.
Just then, the door made a slight "creak", and footsteps approached.
In her hazy consciousness, her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
