At noon, Yan Song personally cooked, while Aunt Li assisted him, but Yan Song quickly sent her out. Yun Ya nestled on the sofa in the living room, accompanying Miaomiao to watch Tom and Jerry, and heard sounds coming from the kitchen, sounds that she considered the most beautiful in the world. Aunt Li came over with a fruit plate and couldn’t help but praise, "I never expected that Young Master Yan, who always had clothes handed to him and meals prepared for him, could cook so well. Men like him are truly rare these days. I must say, Miss, your taste is excellent." Yun Ya curled her lips, spat out the grape skin, and Aunt Li spread her hands to catch it. Yun Ya glanced towards the kitchen, her eyes filled with a gentle smile, "Brother Yan likes to cook for me, and I only like eating his cooking." "That’s why, Miss, you and Young Master Yan are a match made in heaven, destined for each other..." Yun Ya was pleased to hear this, her smile deepened. Yan Song cooked all of Yun Ya’s favorite dishes, continuously serving her food, and Yun Ya ended up eating too much. Finally, she put down her chopsticks and touched her round belly, "I really can’t eat any more, please spare me." Yan Song rubbed her hair, his eyes filled with affection, "Your appetite is too small, which is why you’re so skinny. It’s better to be a bit chubbier." "You men are all so hypocritical, saying you like chubby women, but once we really gain weight, you’d start complaining." "I wouldn’t." Yan Song smiled, his eyes twinkling like stars, "I like you a little chubby." "But what can I do? My stomach is so small; even if I wanted to gain weight, I couldn’t." Yun Ya furrowed her brows. "When we have more time, I’ll slowly expand your appetite. Eating my cooking every day, it’ll be hard not to gain weight." Yun Ya touched her face, "But gaining weight will make me look bad." "Who says so? It feels so comfortable to hug someone with more flesh. Right now, hugging you feels like hugging bones..." Yun Ya raised her eyebrows angrily, glaring at him, "Yan Song, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?" Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn noveⅼfire.net Yun Miao rolled her eyes on the side but kept picking up food with her chopsticks, never stopping for a moment. It was much tastier than the chef’s cooking at home. So delicious... Yun Ya pulled Yan Song back to the bedroom, where Yan Song took off a pendant from around his neck and personally tied it around Yun Ya’s neck. "This is a peace charm my mother requested from a high monk when I was a child, saying it would protect me from disasters throughout my life. I’m giving it to you now. When I’m not around, let it accompany you in my place." The pendant was a Jade Guanyin strung on a silver chain, brilliantly translucent, with an exquisite quality of jade. The Guanyin’s features were clear and benevolent, very finely crafted, and it was warm to the touch, carrying his body temperature. Against her heart, it felt as if his heart was pressed tightly to hers. Yun Ya looked up at him, "But I have nothing to give you." Yan Song smiled, "It’s okay, as long as you always remember me, that’s better than giving me anything." Yun Ya thought for a moment, then suddenly opened a drawer, took out a small pair of scissors, grabbed a handful of her hair, and cut off a lock, tying it with a red hair ribbon, then opened Yan Song’s palm and solemnly placed it inside. "Locked hair with a united heart, I’ll marry no other but you." Looking into his eyes, Yun Ya solemnly said. After this separation, the mountains and rivers are long, and there will be no chance to meet again. With this promise, the mountains and seas are sworn, and the resolve will never waver. Yan Song held the hair tightly in his hand, feeling it burn his palm. He suddenly embraced her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones and flesh, Yun Ya almost suffocated in his embrace. "Wait for my return." Yan Song left, Yun Ya did not see him off. She stood at the floor-to-ceiling bedroom window on the second floor, watching Yan Song get into the car. Before getting in, he looked back at the direction of the second floor, his gaze seemingly penetrating dozens of meters to clearly look into Yun Ya’s eyes. She gripped the curtains tightly, her knuckles white. He got into the car, and Du Shan drove slowly out of the estate’s avenue. At that moment, the sky began to drizzle, the rain like her melancholic heart, unable to reach the ground. Did heaven understand her feelings? So every day of separation was such a rainy day. The car gradually left her sight, becoming increasingly blurred in the rain mist, as distant as if never to return. She suddenly ran downstairs, unaware when she lost her shoes. Aunt Li saw her rushing madly down the stairs and out the living room into the rain mist, stunned for a moment, then immediately chased after her.