Yun Ya resignedly took a sip, then suddenly furrowed her brows, "Aunt Zhuang, I really would like an apple." Zhuang Xiyue instructed Yan Song, "Go wash an apple." Yan Song stood there, unmoved, "Whoever wants to eat should wash it themselves." Zhuang Xiyue glared at him fiercely, "You brat, can’t I even tell you what to do now? Your Sister Yun Ya wants an apple, and as her brother, why can’t you lift a finger? She even calls you ’Brother’ and you’re not even embarrassed." Yan Song had the look of a pig unconcerned by boiling water, "Hmph, I’m not going." Yun Ya smiled, "Aunt Zhuang, don’t scold Brother Yan anymore. Actually, I don’t want an apple anymore, let’s just forget it." Zhuang Xiyue put down the bowl on the table, "I’ll go wash it for you." She did not forget to give Yan Song a fierce glare before leaving. The moment Zhuang Xiyue turned around, Yun Ya pointed at the soup bowl on the table and made a pleading gesture to Yan Song. Yan Song hooked the corner of his lips with pride and pointed to his own cheek. Yun Ya hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stood up and lightly pecked his cheek. Yan Song’s eyes shone like a sky filled with dazzling fireworks, captivating and brilliant. He picked up the soup bowl and "gulp, gulp" finished it in a few swallows. Yun Ya looked up at him with admiration, Brother Yan is so cool... Yan Song put the empty bowl back in its place and seeing Yun Ya’s gaze, affectionately scraped her nose. Yun Ya wrinkled her brow, "I don’t like it when Brother Yan scrapes my nose, it will collapse." Yan Song’s mouth curved slightly, "You were ugly to begin with, you can’t tell even if it collapses." Yun Ya rolled her eyes, Brother Yan is so mean. Watching the time and before Zhuang Xiyue could come back, both quickly resumed their previous places, as if the intimacy they just shared was an illusion. Zhuang Xiyue handed the washed apple to Yun Ya, "I washed it several times, the apple peel contains a variety of vitamins and dietary fibre, eating it is healthy." Original content can be found at novｅlfire.net Yun Ya took a bite, "It’s so sweet, so sweet." Seeing the empty soup bowl, Zhuang Xiyue was a bit surprised, "Yun Ya, you finished it all?" Yun Ya smiled and nodded her head, "Yes." She also playfully patted her stomach, "Aunt Zhuang’s chicken soup is so delicious, I’m stuffed." While Zhuang Xiyue wasn’t paying attention, she secretly winked at Yan Song. Zhuang Xiyue was delighted, "As long as you like drinking it, Aunt Zhuang will make it for you every day." Yun Ya finally understood why Yan Song, after jumping off the school rooftop and lying in the hospital for more than a month in her previous life, had gained weight, With an aunt like Zhuang Xiyue, how could he not put on the pounds? Her nose twitched as she hung her head, "Aunt Zhuang, you are so good to me." Zhuang Xiyue sighed and embraced Yun Ya, gently patting her back, "Silly child, saying that breaks Aunt Zhuang’s heart. You’ve been without a mother since you were little, from now on, Aunt Zhuang will be your mother." Yun Ya hugged her tightly, her embrace was so warm and soft, just like the mother in her memories, fragrant and tender, but her mother had never held her or spoken to her with such tenderness. So, a real mother was someone like Zhuang Xiyue, not Ji Lanyi. Perhaps in all the world, only Ji Lanyi was the exception. And she, unfortunately, had encountered that one exception. Yan Song watched from the side, his heart filled with an indescribable feeling; a mixture of pity and annoyance. Pity for what, annoyance for what, at this moment he could not articulate it clearly, it was just that seeing Ji Yunya looking so pitiable made him very uncomfortable. How he wished to snatch her away from his mother’s embrace, if she was to be held, it should be by him alone. "Come home with Aunt Zhuang this afternoon, if you’re willing, you can stay as long as you want, okay?" Yun Ya nodded lightly, "Okay, I will listen to you." Zhuang Xiyue stroked her smooth hair, "You are such a good child." At that moment, a nurse walked in holding a tray, ready to give Yun Ya an IV injection. "Hello, please roll up your sleeve," said the nurse politely. Yun Ya looked at the syringe that had been prepared in advance, squinting slightly. From the side, Zhuang Xiyue asked, "What is that injection for?" The nurse, while searching for a vein on Yun Ya’s fair and delicate wrist, answered, "It’s vitamin C, this lady doesn’t absorb it well orally." Zhuang Xiyue felt even more sorry for Yun Ya. Yun Ya’s skin was too pale, making the blue-purple veins easy to find, but the veins were very fine, prompting the nurse to comment, "Miss has such nice skin, but it does make our job more difficult." After swabbing with a cotton ball, the nurse was about to find the vein with the syringe when Yun Ya suddenly spoke up, "Hold on." The nurse looked up, puzzled, "Is there something wrong, Miss?"