"What are you doing?" "Buying a train ticket." Yan Song laughed and raised his hand to rub her hair. Pulling her up to stand: "I’ll take you out to eat, and in the afternoon we’ll go around the antique market to pick a gift for great-grandfather." Ji Yunya went back to her room to change clothes. The temperature was just right today, neither too cold nor too hot, but she was prone to the cold, so she wore an off-white coat that reached her knees, with hat and scarf, wrapping herself up tightly, making sure no one outside would recognize her. Yan Song laughed when he saw her: "Bundled up so tightly, afraid of being recognized, do I embarrass you?" Ji Yunya pulled him out the door, breathing in the fresh air, smiling: "Just in case." Yan Song suddenly reached out to encircle her waist, pulling her into his arms, his eyes narrowing dangerously: "So I can’t be ’official’ yet?" Ji Yunya’s heart fluttered for a moment, and she pushed against him: "What are you jealous of? It’ll be announced when it’s time." Yan Song hummed softly: "My right eyelid has been twitching a lot lately, doesn’t feel settled." Ji Yunya’s eyes flicked slightly. Her situation with Yan Ke hadn’t been resolved yet—tonight, she must ask Yan Ke; if he hadn’t resolved it by the time she left, she’d have to betray him. "You’re overthinking it. The orbicularis oculi muscle and the levator palpebrae muscle might be stimulated by certain factors, causing excitement and repeated contractions, spasms or twitching. It might be due to eye fatigue or mental stress, which is a normal physiological phenomenon. A good night’s sleep will fix it." Ji Yunya said calmly. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fıre·net Yan Song looked at her face carefully: "That’s respectfully embellished nonsense." Ji Yunya glared at him: "How is it nonsense? There’s scientific evidence behind it, you illiterate. If you don’t understand, don’t question others." Yan Song chuckled quietly: "It’s the first time I’ve been called illiterate, interesting." Ji Yunya proudly pursed her lips: "I graduated with a dual-doctorate at the age of fourteen from the University of Washington School of Medicine. At best, you have a high school diploma, which makes you illiterate in front of me." Her smug demeanor made Yan Song like her even more, though it gave him a toothache. No wonder he hadn’t seen her going to school—she graduated at fourteen from a prestigious American university with dual doctorates. Yan Song was surprised for a moment, but then found it normal. She was known as a prodigy from a young age. Lady Ji didn’t allow her to attend school; instead, she invited famous teachers to tutor her, having been particularly famous as a child. She was the kind of kid all mothers compared their children to—he even remembered his own mother nagging him about it for a while. At that time, he was so annoyed, thinking this little girl must be very detestable, yet the first time he saw Ji Yunya, he hadn’t expected her to be so pretty. "Yes, yes, I’m illiterate. Are you satisfied now, my learned goddess?" Ji Yunya nodded with a smile. Yan Song sighed, having missed ten years of her life, when she was alone in a foreign country. He couldn’t imagine how she managed to pull through it alone. Yan Song rubbed her hair, his eyes filled with heartache: "Can you tell me more about those ten years? I’d really like to know." "I’ll slowly tell you when I have time in the future." Yan Song took her to a century-old Chinese restaurant, but Ji Yunya had no appetite, resting her chin in her hand and watching Yan Song eat. Afterward, the two headed to the antique market, where the shops were densely packed, with antique-styled gates making it seem as if one had stepped into an ancient world. Yan Song took her into a store called the Lone Flower Store. There were no customers, just a shop assistant tapping on an abacus. When he saw the pair of young people come in, his eyes swept over them. The man wore ordinary clothes but had an impressive demeanor, cold and extraordinary, especially his appearance, which was quite outstanding. As for the woman, every part of her attire was exquisite. Just that coat was worth two years of his salary. Although her face was wrapped in a headscarf, the eyes exposed were as clear as uncarved jade, tranquil and flawless, exuding a sense of intelligence and cleverness. The shop assistant immediately welcomed them warmly: "Honored guests, please come in." Ji Yunya subtly surveyed her surroundings. Though small, the shop was decorated with a simple elegance, with various antiques placed on the wooden counters on both sides for customers to admire. "What can I do for you?" the assistant asked attentively. Ji Yunya shook Yan Song’s hand: "Brother Yan, what does great-grandfather like?" The sound was like jade beads falling on a plate, or a babbling brook, clear and bright, making the shop assistant even more curious about the woman’s appearance. Yan Song’s gaze swept across the counter, and he walked over, focusing on one of the inkstones. On the surface, this inkstone seemed ordinary, and the assistant immediately stepped forward, smiling: "This is an antique inkstone from the Reign of Qian De in the Song Dynasty. If the gentleman likes it, the price is negotiable."