The next day, An Yan woke up feeling something sticking to her eyelids.
Just as she was about to raise her hand to wipe it off, her wrist was grabbed by a man.
"Awake?"
"Mm."
Shiyan peeled off the eye mask, "Your eyes were swollen from crying, I put this eye mask on you last night."
An Yan complained, "And it's all your fault!"
The man laughed, "Lie down a bit longer, I will go make lunch, and in the afternoon, I will take you to get styled. In the evening, we will attend a birthday banquet."
She pouted, "Attending it still feels somewhat unrightful and awkward."
Shiyan rubbed her hair, "Coach An is qualified."
An Yan finally understood why Shiyan had so readily agreed to let Jinqiao learn fighting from her – it was all to facilitate her easy access to the Fu family.
Shiyan smiled lightly and gently stroked her cheek, "This could be a good chance for Jinqiao to return your diamond."
