Reluctant to say more, he watched Yun Ya’s silhouette vanish into the gatehouse, the night cold and deep. A cool breeze touched his eyebrows and temples, dimming the light in his eyes and imparting a touch of lancholy.
Yun Ya returned late. There was no one in the living room, and just as she had reached her room, Cuicui followed her in.
"Miss, why did you co back so late tonight? I was nearly worried to death," Cuicui said with an anxious face.
"I was held up by sothing," Yun Ya replied indifferently, suddenly lifting her eyes to glance at her, "Have you been waiting for all this ti?"
Her eyes were so clear they seed to penetrate all the ugliness in the world, and Cuicui suddenly dared not look any longer, hastily averting her gaze.
"Of course, you’re a young lady, what if sothing had happened to you? How could we manage then?"
Yun Ya gave a wry smile, "That’s true. Aunt Ah Xian is a living example, forced to marry a man she doesn’t love."
ntioning Kang Jinxian, Cuicui sighed, "Exactly. Miss Ah Xian’s life is ruined. I heard that Young Master He is so debauched that after he disgraced Eldest Miss Lin, he proposed the very next day. But Miss Lin would rather die than submit, and after she refused, the Lin Family threw her out. Young Master He then backed out of the marriage and never ntioned taking Miss Lin as his wife again. It’s sad how an innocent girl like Miss Lin ended up on the streets, but fortunately, Miss Ah Xian is luckier than her. She has a caring family and you, Miss, worrying for her. She will definitely be happier than Miss Lin in the future."
"Mhm, Aunt Ah Xian is indeed fortunate," but that fortune turned sour after eting her.
"Miss, you are also fortunate. You will be even happier than Miss Ah Xian in the future," Cuicui said, gazing at her with bright eyes.
Yun Ya just smiled, noncommittal.
"I’m tired, you may go now,"
Cuicui had taken a couple of steps when she suddenly said, "The lotus seed porridge I prepared for Miss is still warming in the pot. Please have so before you sleep."
A barely detectable coldness flickered in Yun Ya’s eyes, but she smiled and said, "I almost forgot if you hadn’t ntioned it. It seems I’ve grown used to it; I can’t sleep without having so."
A flicker of light quickly passed through the downcast eyes of Cuicui, revealing a fresh smile, "As long as Miss likes it, I will make it for you every day."
A few minutes later, Cuicui walked in with a bowl of silver ear and lotus seed porridge.
As Yun Ya was about to take it, she suddenly asked, "Cuicui, how many siblings do you have at ho?"
Caught off guard by the sudden question about her family, Cuicui hesitated, "I’m the oldest. There are three younger brothers and sisters beneath ."
Yun Ya sighed, "Life must be very hard for you."
She opened a drawer and handed her a bank card, "I can’t do much to help, but here is ten thousand yuan. Take it for ergencies."
Cuicui was shocked and hurriedly tried to refuse, "I can’t accept this."
Yun Ya pressed it into her hand, "Take it. You’ve suffered a lot in this house because of . I won’t be at ease if you don’t accept it."
Feeling the card burning in her hand, Cuicui saw Yun Ya’s reproachful look and silently accepted it, "Thank you, Miss."
"We should consider ourselves friends now; it’s out of place to say ’thank you.’ If you ever have any difficulties, co to . I’ll help if I can."
Head bowed, Cuicui whispered, "Miss, you are so kind to ."
"Silly girl, if you’re good to , I’ll be good to you."
If you’re not good to , sorry, but I won’t be soft-hearted.
Cuicui, with her head down, did not see the deep irony and chilliness in the eyes of the person in front of her.
After Cuicui left, Yun Ya got up and poured the porridge into the toilet.
After taking a shower, she turned on her computer for the routine video call with Miaomiao.
"Miaomiao, why have you lost weight?" Yun Ya felt a sudden twinge in her nose as she looked at the handso youthful face on the screen.
Since birth, they had never been apart for a day, and this was the first ti she had been away from him for so long.
I miss you so much...
Yun Ya’s fingers touched the screen as if she could feel his face by doing so.
Miaomiao flashed a big smile, revealing two dimples, pure and innocent.
He gestured in sign language, his nimble fingers moving swiftly.
——I miss Yun Ya so much!
Yun Ya burst out laughing.
——What are you laughing at?
"Laughing at how slick you’ve beco. Who did you learn it from?"
——Also? Has soone else said those kinds of things to Yun Ya?
Yun Ya stuck out her tongue. Alright, Miaomiao was too sensitive, always able to find her mistakes between the lines.
"You’re thinking too much,"
Miaomiao watched her intently, and the feeling was as if he were standing in front of her, making Yun Ya feel suddenly as if she had nowhere to hide.
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