"You’re overthinking it." Yan Ke rolled his eyes, "I’m not overthinking. I’m telling you, my brother has always had a secret crush on you. I’ve heard him calling out your name in his sleep countless times when I got up to use the bathroom at midnight. You two used to fight every time you met when you were kids... Ah, maybe that’s just the way of love and war...." Yan Ke felt the idiom was a bit ominous, "No, enemies turned lovers is more like it. Don’t be fooled by how aloof my brother acts, like he’s too good for anyone, especially when he’s always at odds with you. Actually, he’s just trying to get your attention...." Yun Ya couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile, thinking about the words he had said in the alley that day, her smile growing more intense. Walking ahead, Yan Song suddenly turned around, seeing the pair chatting and laughing so close to each other, and he couldn’t help but feel the sourness churning in his chest, his brows furrowing enough to crush a fly: "What a pair of slowpokes, even snails are faster than you." Yan Ke said with a grin, "Brother, Sister Yun Ya and I haven’t seen each other for so many years, of course we have a lot of heart-to-heart conversations to catch up on. Hey, you wouldn’t understand, rough guy like you." Yan Song couldn’t help but glance at Yun Ya, smiling like a blooming flower, then suddenly turned and walked away. Yan Ke winked at Yun Ya, "Isn’t my brother’s jealous look so cute?" Yun Ya looked at the tall and straight silhouette of the young man, his gait juvenile yet forceful, as if venting his dissatisfaction. A wave of warmth and emotion suddenly surged in her heart. She lowered her eyelashes in a hurry to disguise the ripple that flashed through her eyes. She felt her heart quietly crack open with a fissure, something burrowed into it, webbing throughout her limbs and body. Yun Ya went to meet Zhuang Xiyue, and they talked for half a day. Zhuang Xiyue wanted to know about her life in the past ten years. Following Yun Shu’s narrative, she said she was sent abroad after being frightened, briefly mentioning her experiences without delving into the unhappy parts, sharing only what would reassure Zhuang Xiyue. Zhuang Xiyue hugged her with sympathy, "You have suffered these past years." Yun Ya affectionately rubbed against her shoulder, "Aunt Zhuang, I’m fine, don’t worry." "How can I not worry." She looked at Yun Shu mingling with the guests and bit her teeth coldly, "You’d better not return to that home of yours. Come home with me. From now on, Aunt Zhuang’s house is your home." Yun Ya gently shook her head, "That’s the house my grandfather left for me. The person who should leave is certainly not me." The girl’s demeanor while saying this was softly firm, making Zhuang Xiyue’s heart ache terribly. "Alright then, if you ever need anything, come to Aunt Zhuang." Yun Ya gently closed her eyes, "Thank you, Aunt Zhuang." As time silently passed, the party also inevitably came to an end. Yun Ya said goodbye to Zhuang Xiyue and her family. Before leaving, Yan Ke smiled and waved at her, "Sister Yun Ya, come visit us when you have time." Yun Ya nodded with a smile. Follow current novels on NoveI(F)ire.net Yan Song had initially walked a few steps away but suddenly turned back, his head slightly lowered, his voice hollow and emotionless. "Ji Yunya, if anyone bullies you, come to me. In this world, no one else is allowed to bully you except me." The young man’s tone was quite fierce when he said this. Any other young girl would have been frightened, but Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, her eyes curving into a smile, "Brother Yan, I’ll remember that." After seeing off the Yan Family, the venue was left completely deserted. Yun Shu and Kang Jinxian stepped out of the hotel, followed by Yun Shen and Kang Jinse. Seeing the girl standing at the hotel entrance in her flowing white dress, all four of them halted their footsteps. Yun Ya raised an eyebrow in response, her gaze under the moonlit water, casting a warm and mysterious glimmer like the sea. "Grandma, Dad, let’s go home." Her voice so tender and touching yet it somehow sent chills down the spine and made one’s hair stand on end.