Lin Qingyuan emerged from Ye Liangyan's room only to be greeted by the sudden opening of the door behind her.
Turning around with a gentle smile, she said, "Xiao Yi, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"
Ye Xiaoyi's room was directly opposite Ye Liangyan's.
Having just escorted his grandmother back to her room, he had been worrying about his mother and sister, but since he had heard voices from his sister's room, he hadn't wanted to intrude.
Now, hearing the noise, he couldn't help but step out to take a look.
With a slight frown on his handsome brow, his gaze fixed on Lin Qingyuan's face, concern evident, "Mom, your injury on your face..."
Lin Qingyuan chuckled, "Oh, it's nothing serious; your sister has already applied medicine for me."
Ye Xiaoyi nodded slightly, his mood dampened as he responded with a low "Oh."
