"Miss? Miss...?" Ah Yun called several times, but the miss kept staring out the car window, dazed. What happened to the miss? She seems to have lost her soul. Is it because of the accident at the party that scared her? Ah Yun remembered when she was a child in the countryside, whenever she was scared, her grandmother would "call her soul" back. Even though it was somewhat superstitious, it was quite miraculous how she would quickly recover. Recalling how her grandmother "called her soul" back, Ah Yun took a deep breath, placed one hand on Yun Ya’s back, and waved the other hand towards the void, gently chanting, "Miss, come back, Miss, come back...." Listening to the repeated chants in the slightly dim carriage, there was an inexplicable sense of eeriness. Yun Ya was startled and turned to glance at Ah Yun, "What are you doing?" Ah Yun said joyfully, "Miss, you’re finally back, it seems this method is quite effective." Yun Ya was puzzled, not knowing what she was up to, turned to look out the car window and said faintly, "I’m fine, just lost in thought." Ah Yun seeing this did not say anything more. She looked at the coat in her arms, a black long trench coat, still carrying his warmth, his scent, faint but pleasant. She buried her face in the coat, taking a deep breath, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, a fleeting trace of moisture in her eyes. It’s not an illusion, nor a dream. It’s Brother Yan, he’s truly back. In a critical moment, he appeared to save her, that burning embrace, that familiar scent, even now, she was still trembling with excitement. She reached into the pocket and unsurprisingly felt a wallet, a black wallet, classic men’s style. Opening it, inside were several hundred-dollar bills and some change; apart from that, there was only a bank card, in the photo holder... Was a photo of her, taken secretly from an angle, and it seemed the photo had been cut, only leaving her silhouette, the corners marked with some irregular traces, the photo seeming somewhat aged, tinged with the yellow of time. She slightly curled her lips, fingers gently stroking the person in the photo, and then carefully put the wallet away. Ah Yun watched from the side, not uttering a word. Tonight, at the party, the miss brought her along, only she was waiting outside, and when the accident occurred at the party, she rushed in first. Thinking of the site at the time, she was still somewhat scared, fearing that the miss might have been in an accident, she rushed desperately inside, scrambling among the crowd, those heart-stopping moments she never wanted to experience again. Until the miss stood outside the chaos, gently calling her name, she turned back in panic and saw the miss draped in a trench coat almost reaching her ankles, a pale complexion yet her eyes were exceptionally bright. She wisely did not ask much, bid farewell to Fan Weiying, and the miss took her away. Who had the miss encountered? It must be someone very, very important to the miss. Yun Ya had just returned home when Uncle Chang arrived shortly after; he had an urgent matter tonight and hurriedly returned upon hearing about the accident at the party. The two stayed in the study for a while before Uncle Chang left in a hurry. Ah Yun pondered, holding a cup of milk, and knocked on the study door. Gently pushing the door open, she saw the slender figure sitting at the desk, the soft light from the lamp casting a gentle glow on her, making the figure appear even paler and frailer. "Miss, have a cup of milk and rest." Thɪs chapter is updated by n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net The girl leaned back in the chair, rubbing her brow, looking very exhausted. Ah Yun stood behind her, fingers resting on her shoulders, gently kneading. Yun Ya raised her eyebrows slightly, "You know massage?" Ah Yun shyly smiled, "My mom has shoulder periarthritis, so I specially went to learn, and whenever I have time, I give my mom a massage, letting the miss see a joke." "You’re very good at massage." The technique is very professional. Ah Yun felt joy in her heart and massaged with more effort. The girl couldn’t help but admit that the massage was really good; the exhaustion seemed to vanish, and with a hot bath, even the oppressive feelings on her heart seemed to dissipate. Lying by the edge of the bathtub, she felt somewhat sleepy. The bathroom was foggy, and in a half-dream, half-awake state, she seemed to see a tall figure standing before her, eyes like the depths of midnight gazing at her tenderly, she giggled. "Splash" she slipped into the bathtub, swallowing a mouthful of water.