"You don’t need to worry about those demons from the Yun family, I’ll help you," he said indifferently.
Even though his voice was calm, Yun Ya’s heart suddenly began to beat wildly.
"Brother Yan... I can do it myself."
Yan Song’s lips curled with a mocking smile, "Just like last night, when you ended up covered in bruises?"
Yun Ya was stunned for a mont, then slowly lowered her head.
The girl looked so fragile and thin, Yan Song sighed, reached out, and gently ruffled her hair.
"Ji Yunya, have you forgotten what I said?"
Yun Ya looked up blankly.
The youth’s dark eyes gazed deeply at her; she saw her own pale face reflected in them.
"In this world, no one is allowed to bully you."
Those words were probably the most heartwarming love talk, enough to make any girl’s heart flutter.
"Except for ."
Yun Ya’s lips curled up, it was indeed Brother Yan’s usual style, though he ant well, he always played the big bad wolf.
"Okay."
She looked at the young man before her with a gentle gaze and said in her heart, Ji Yunya, in this life, you also have the right to choose happiness...
Her gaze was as tender and affectionate as the spring rain on apricot blossoms in March, causing his heart to lt in an instant.
He couldn’t help but lean closer to her...
She heard his breathing deepen, her lips curled, and she slowly closed her eyes.
Her heart was filled with a young girl’s lively and nervous anticipation.
"Knock knock knock," just then, soone knocked on the hospital room door.
Both of them, like startled birds, opened their eyes at the sa ti.
Yan Song’s eyebrows knit together with impatience and irritation, while Yun Ya pursed her lips and chuckled.
"Brother Yan, go open the door."
Yan Song gave her a look and walked over to open the door.
Pei Jinghong didn’t expect the door to be opened by a handso and tall young man, whose good looks prompted him to take a few more glances, only to be t with a cold stare full of hostility.
Pei Jinghong was baffled; this was the first ti he had seen this young man, and yet they seed to be at odds as if they were sworn enemies.
"Hello, may I ask if Miss Ji Yunya is in this ward?"
Yan Song’s gaze grew even colder, tinged with a trace of wariness.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, I’m a friend of Miss Ji. I heard she was hospitalized here and ca to visit."
Yan Song noticed he was carrying a fruit basket and dressed in a neat suit, looking stable and refined, with every move exuding the subdued elegance of a mature man.
A friend of Yun Ya’s?
A man?
And a successful one at that.
A sense of gloom suddenly rose in Yan Song’s heart. He was about to send the man away when Yun Ya’s voice inquired.
"Is that Professor Pei?"
Pei Jinghong nodded politely at Yan Song, who indifferently dropped his gaze and stepped aside to let him in.
"Professor Pei, I’m fine and should be discharged by the afternoon. You didn’t have to co all the way here to see ." Yun Ya, realizing he had co anyway, maintained a polite deanor.
"I wouldn’t be at ease if I didn’t see you," Pei Jinghong said as he pulled up a chair to sit down, his gaze falling on Yun Ya’s bandaged left hand, "What happened here?"
Yun Ya chuckled, "I just fell, that’s all."
"Huh..." Yan Song let out a laugh that was neither too loud nor too soft but filled with a mocking undertone.
Yun Ya playfully stuck out her tongue, feeling embarrassed at being caught lying by Brother Yan.
Yan Song poured a glass of water and placed it on the bedside table, to which Pei Jinghong nodded in gratitude, "Thank you."
Yan Song ignored him and sat down on the other side, taking Yun Ya’s hand and starting to trim her nails, appearing very skilled and intimate.
Yun Ya watched Yan Song and couldn’t help but smile.
Pei Jinghong took a careful look at the young man and asked Yun Ya, "Who is this... ?"
Yun Ya slapped her forehead, "Oh, look at , I got so distracted I forgot to introduce you two."
She pointed to Pei Jinghong and said to Yan Song, "His na is Pei Jinghong, a dical professor I know."
Yan Song nodded at Pei Jinghong nonchalantly, which wasn’t exactly rude, but it was dismissive enough.
Then, pointing to Yan Song, she said to Pei Jinghong with a beaming smile, "Professor Pei, his na is Yan Song. He is my..."
Yan Song suddenly tightened his grip on her hand.
With a smile as lovely as flowers, her voice sweet and clear, "He’s my Brother Yan."
Pei Jinghong could tell there was an unspoken affection between the young man and woman, even if the last barrier hadn’t yet been broken. Watching the freely soaring young man and the girl with a sweet and gentle smile, he couldn’t help but sigh at the beauty of youth.
He took a closer look at the young man, surnad Yan... a rare surna indeed, especially those peach blossom eyes...
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