Xiao Ya nodded, not speaking, but watched with some tension as Zhang Yide took her mother's pulse. Regarding Ye Tianchen, Xiao Ya's heart was also a bit complicated. There was pure friendship as well as adversity-shared affection. It was impossible for her not to have a fondness for Ye Tianchen. A strong and charming man, with a dual nature of a rogue and Death God, he naturally carried a certain attraction toward the opposite sex—a rare woman would not be fascinated by him.
About ten minutes later, Zhang Yide finished taking Xiao Ya's mother's pulse. His expression was serious as he picked up the medical box beside him, much like the manner of an old-time Chinese physician. Both Xiao Ya and Ye Tianchen felt a sinking feeling in their hearts. Xiao Ya's worry was naturally about her mother's illness, while Ye Tianchen was concerned that Zhang Yide might not follow through with their previous agreement.
