Yan Song gently caressed her back with his fingers, glancing at her with a smile: "So eager to marry , huh?"
Yun Ya nodded, "Of course, I dream about it all the ti."
Her unabashed admission left Yan Song montarily stunned, his heart suddenly tightening, a soft warmth spreading throughout.
Unable to resist, he hugged her tightly, saying gently: "I, Yan Song, will never let you down in this lifeti."
Yun Ya buried her face in his chest and secretly smiled.
"Brother Yan, when are you leaving?"
Yan Song thought for a mont: "In the next few days."
"Then I’ll go with you, just the two of us, okay?"
"Okay."
"When you’ve healed enough, before Aunt Zhuang’s people co, we’ll leave early. How about we take the train? I’ve never taken a train for such a long trip, and being with Brother Yan will definitely be a lot of fun."
Yan Song smiled, gently stroking her long hair: "Alright."
"Crash," the bowl shattered on the ground, the young man’s brows deeply furrowed with a trace of hostility between them: "What is this, it tastes awful."
The girl quietly pouted, looking at the bowl shattered at her feet, with all the soup spilled on the floor.
She crouched down to pick up the broken porcelain shards, thinking to herself that this young master was really hard to please. If it weren’t for the lady’s orders, she would’ve long quit this job. With such a bad temper, it’s no wonder the lady doesn’t like him.
"Young Master Ning, this was a pig bone soup sent over by the lady, specifically effective for your bone injury to heal. You’ve completely shattered it, wasting the lady’s efforts."
Ning Zihuan was montarily taken aback, then his brows furrowed even more deeply, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
Did you even give a chance to speak?
Yanyan grumbled inwardly but said outwardly: "I didn’t expect Young Master Ning to hate drinking soup so much. I’ll tell the lady to stop sending it in the future."
"Who asked you to ddle?" Ning Zihuan glared at her fiercely: "Where’s Yun Ya? I want to see her."
Yanyan calmly replied: "At this ti, the lady is probably with Young Master Yan, as you know, after being apart for so long, young couples have a lot to catch up on...."
Ning Zihuan waved his hand, knocking everything off the bedside table to the floor, and shouted angrily: "Get out."
Yanyan lowered her head, playfully stuck out her tongue, and respectfully replied "Yes." She then quickly scurried out the door.
She did it on purpose; with such a bad temper, dreaming to win over our lady, he can keep dreaming.
Yan He hid in the corner, secretly crying for a long ti.
She endured so much hardship, went through so many trials, just to get closer to him. Whenever she felt like giving up, just a look at him would fill her with endless strength.
He was her dream, her hope...
Now her dream had shattered, her hope had collapsed, and she didn’t know what kept her going.
Jealous of Ji Yunya? What right did she have to be jealous? Such a woman made even jealousy feel powerless.
She just felt sour, uncomfortable, wanting to cry her heart out, this was a dream, and now, the dream had to end.
She wouldn’t lower herself to destroy soone else’s relationship; this love story would end here.
She slowly began to build a psychological defense for herself.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
She didn’t have the strength to answer it until it rang a third ti; she took it out and glanced at it.
Tears started flowing uncontrollably.
She took a deep breath, tried hard to hold back her tears, answered the call, and spoke with what she believed to be a calm voice: "Grandpa."
A gentle, doting voice ca from the phone: "Yan’er, have you been crying? Tell Grandpa who bullied you. If anyone dares bully my precious granddaughter, Grandpa will make sure they pay."
Yan He sniffled: "No one dares bully , I just... I just slipped just now."
"Hey, you really need to change this habit of crying easily, or else when you get married, you’ll flood the house with your tears every other day." He laughed heartily.
Yan He couldn’t help but smile through her tears: "Grandpa, you always make fun of ."
"Alright, alright, let be serious. You’ve been wandering outside for two years, isn’t it ti to co back? You never even co back to visit Grandpa, you heartless girl."
Yan He clutched her phone tightly, softly saying: "Alright, I’ll co back."
The voice on the other end of the phone imdiately responded with joy: "Really? This ti, don’t leave again. Grandpa will arrange for you to join the Civilian Corps. With your talents, you shouldn’t mix with a bunch of n. Grandpa hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in the past two years."
"Okay," Yan He readily agreed.
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