It’s so damn frustrating. She burst into laughter, her carefree laughter echoing under the blue sky and white clouds. This dream is so long, she subconsciously doesn’t want to wake up, as if someone is talking beside her, she waves her hand, go away, don’t disturb me from dreaming. Ah Yun sighed, looking at the happy smile on Miss’s face, her own mouth couldn’t help but curl up. What good thing did Miss dream about? She’s laughing even in her dreams. The consequence of a hangover is having a headache that feels like it’s going to explode. Yan Song lay in bed for a long time, then propped himself up to sit, blacked out after drinking, and couldn’t remember anything after drinking with Pei Qinghan last night, nor did he know he almost did something to someone. Walking into the bathroom to wash, his sensitive nose caught a strong smell of blood, his brows furrowed. Brush teeth, wash face, came down from the second floor, Aunt Li had breakfast ready. Seeing the man walk down from upstairs, she smiled with squinted eyes. So handsome, that appearance, that physique, really a perfect match for her young lady. "Good morning, Young Master Yan." Yan Song’s eyebrows were cool and stern, and he nodded lightly: "Good morning." That aloof demeanor made the younger maids blush and their hearts flutter, Miss’s boyfriend is so handsome, exuding manliness, much better looking than the idols in the entertainment industry. "Young Master Yan, breakfast is ready, please enjoy." Aunt Li secretly glared at the maids, waving them away. Like frogs wanting swan meat, can’t even think about it. Yan Song’s eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Where is Yun Ya?" Aunt Li responded respectfully: "Miss seems to have something to do, she went out early in the morning and left a message saying she couldn’t have breakfast with you." Does she really have something? Yan Song felt something was off, but sat down and elegantly ate breakfast. Yan Song ate quickly, a habit cultivated over the past two years, but it still showed refinement, clearly indicating the upbringing of a wealthy family. After finishing the meal, Yan Song glanced upstairs, took out his phone to send a WeChat to Yun Ya, then got up and left. —— Upstairs. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net The phone on the bedside table beeped twice, Yun Ya slowly opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, not yet out of the dream. Gradually, memories of last night emerged, she smiled, her cheeks blushed. Her body was achy and weak, she couldn’t summon any strength, she smiled bitterly, this uncooperative body. She reached for her phone, saw a message from Yan Song. —— Have you had breakfast? Yun Ya smiled, fingers lightly touched the screen, typing a reply. —— Had it, how about Brother Yan? The reply came quickly. —— Come back early tonight, I’ll wait for you. She closed her phone, put it back on the table. Ah Yun pushed the door open and entered: "Miss, Young Master Yan has already left." Ah Yun walked over, noticing Yun Ya looked much better, she sighed in relief and asked: "Miss, are you hungry? Shall I prepare breakfast for you?" Yun Ya shook her head, huddled back under the blanket: "No appetite, don’t want to eat anything." "That won’t do, you have to eat something even with no appetite." Under Ah Yun’s persuasion, Yun Ya agreed to eat something, her favorite crucian carp porridge, but she lost appetite after a few sips, and vomited it all up. Ah Yun couldn’t help but tear up. "Miss, shall we go to the hospital? You can’t go on ." Yun Ya wiped her mouth, slowly lay back down, "I’m a doctor myself, know my body well, it’s fine, it will pass in a few days." Her symptoms are related to body constitution, weakness, abdominal pain, loss of appetite, nausea, all appearing in her. After Ah Yun left, a shadow lightly fell on the windowsill, sitting there with one knee bent, glanced at the girl lying on the bed. "Your health is terrible." The tone full of disdain. Yun Ya smiled helplessly: "Can’t help it, not everyone is as strong as you." Mingyue pulled at her lips, she rarely smiled, perhaps never really, so the smile was stiff, yet it brought an unusual softness to her overly austere face. Yun Ya looked at the fallen leaves outside, her tone was wistful: "Winter is coming." Miaomiao, still no sign, wondering if he is hungry, cold, or misses her. Mingyue squinted her eyes: "What are you thinking?" Mingyue’s pupils contracted suddenly, like ripples over a lake, gradually spreading away, then returned to calm.