Yan Song suddenly looked up at Yan Ke, his eyes deep, making Yan Ke’s heart jump.
"Are you in love?"
Yan Ke curled his lips, yawning out of boredom, "Girls these days are so dull, I can’t be bothered with dating them."
"Really, none?" Yan Song scrutinized him seriously.
Yan Ke shrugged helplessly, "If you don’t trust , why bother asking?"
Yan Song nodded, "You’re still young, focus on your studies for now."
Yan Ke rolled his eyes, "So old-fashioned. Are you saying you don’t date? I don’t believe you don’t have a crush on soone."
Seeing Yan Song’s silent profile, Yan Ke let out a long sigh, "Sigh, who knows what Sister Yun Ya is doing right now..."
Spotting the obvious distraction in his brother’s eyes, Yan Ke chuckled, "Brother, do you like Sister Yun Ya?"
"Hmm." It was a casual response, but when he realized he’d been tricked by the kid, Yan Song’s face suddenly darkened.
"Brother actually likes Sister Yun Ya, you admitted it yourself, this is huge news. If your fans find out, they’ll be heartbroken..." Yan Ke spoke as he hopped up, darting out of the room before Yan Song could fully erupt in anger.
Yan Song felt irritated for a mont and threw his IPAD onto the sofa, collapsing onto the bed.
His tall body sank into the soft bed, tossing and turning, feeling as if on fire.
The image of the young girl surfaced in his mind; her every frown and smile, every gesture, seed to be deeply etched within him, rolling like a slideshow non-stop.
Brother, do you like Sister Yun Ya...
Hmm.
Subconscious reactions are the most genuine.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, at so point, that person had taken residence in his heart.
Maybe it was that year in the café when the little girl viciously bit his shoulder, her fierce and crazy look.
Or when she was seven, telling him, promise never to fall in love with , her sad and mysterious eyes.
Maybe it was when the colorful butterflies flew towards him, she said, "Brother Yan, forget ."
Or that day in the alley, when she whispered enticingly into his ear, "Tell , am I crazy, or am I perverted?"
Maybe it was tonight when she appeared before him all dressed up, standing elegantly with a gentle smile in her eyes, "Hi, Brother Yan, long ti no see."
Indeed, it’s been a long ti.
There were ten years between them, over three thousand days and nights. As he swallowed his longing like bitter gruel, she reappeared suddenly out of the blue.
He placed a hand on his left shoulder, where there was a raised scar, barely visible to the eye now, but his fingers could still feel it.
"Ji Yunya, I concede..."
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The next morning, Yun Ya woke up on ti, checking the ti on the nightstand, it was 6:05 am.
She got up, pulled open the curtains, and the rising sun looked spectacular against the backdrop of Qingshan Mountain.
Yun Ya changed into a set of sportswear, tied up her long hair, grabbed her phone to turn on a broadcast, plugged in her earphones, and left the house.
Nobody else was awake at this ti except the servants. Yun Ya exited Ji Family Manor and jogged down Panshan Road, slowly running and enjoying the scenery.
The morning air was incredibly fresh, and after exercising, all laziness was swept away, every pore in her body seed to open up.
After running a loop around Panshan Road, Yun Ya returned ho at 7:05 am, exactly one hour later.
She walked from outside the manor into the garden where the gardeners, upon seeing her, quickly bowed their heads.
Yun Ya hooked her lips up slightly, sauntering leisurely into the living room.
In the dining room, nearly everyone had gathered, eating breakfast.
Yun Shu sat at the head of the table, Kang Jinxian to her right, Yun Shen across from her, Kang Jinse next to Yun Shen, and Bai Ran with her son sat directly opposite Yun Shu, leaving the seat next to Kang Jinxian empty.
A concubine and a wife calmly eating together at one table, a sight that, aside from a polygamous past, seems practically mythical in modern tis.
Yun Ya sneered and walked straight to the empty seat next to Kang Jinxian and took a seat.
"Morning," she greeted with a smile.
Bai Ran nodded to her, the others pretended not to see her, and Kang Jinxian turned and smiled at her.
The breakfast was a mix of Chinese and Western, with soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as toast and milk. She could eat whatever she wanted.
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