"Yiyi." An Yin softly called and walked forward slowly, coming to Huang Yiyi’s side, "Are you, uh, okay?" Huang Yiyi lifted her eyelids, her voice trembling slightly, "I’m fine." After saying that, she slowly withdrew her hand that was supporting the wall. An Yin hesitated, looking at her, "Did he, uh, bully you?" Thinking about when she passed the parking lot earlier and heard sobbing coming from inside a car, along with those swollen red eyes, An Yin concluded that Huang Yiyi was definitely beaten by a man, especially since she looked like she could hardly walk steadily. Upon hearing An Yin’s words, Huang Yiyi paused and forced a smile, "No." Even though An Yin still had doubts in her heart, she didn’t continue to ask. Seeing the other person stare at her, Huang Yiyi hurriedly looked up and tidied her messy hair and wrinkled skirt, diverting attention elsewhere, "It’s so late, do you have something to do outside?" As she spoke, she moved her steps with difficulty. An Yin slowed her pace, seeing the other person walking slowly, "I was planning to buy some medicine from your house, but your clinic was closed, so I went to the one at the street corner instead." Huang Yiyi lowered her gaze, looking at the medicine bag in her hand, "Who’s sick?" "My mom is feeling a bit unwell," An Yin mentioned briefly. "Mm." Huang Yiyi gave a light hum. On the quiet street, both of them had different thoughts. Around the corner ahead, Huang Yiyi’s family clinic could be seen. Just as An Yin was about to take a step forward, her wrist was tightly grabbed by Huang Yiyi. An Yin looked at her puzzled, "What’s wrong?" Peering forward, she saw Huang Yiyi’s fiancé standing under the street lamp in front of Doctor Huang’s clinic, the white light casting his solitary figure. "An Yin, can I stay at your place tonight?" Huang Yiyi turned sideways, feeling helpless. "Huh?" An Yin didn’t expect her to make such a request and looked at her dumbfounded. "If it’s inconvenient, just forget it. Sorry, just pretend I never asked." Huang Yiyi stood there blankly. "It’s fine." Seeing her dejected look, An Yin quickly replied, "But I’ve been sleeping on the sofa lately. If you stay at my place, would you be okay squeezing on the sofa with me?" "Sure." Huang Yiyi didn’t expect her to agree and suddenly looked up, showing a forced smile, "Thank you." An Yin gave a sweet smile. At this moment, Huang Yiyi glanced toward the direction of her fiancé, "Let’s take this small path. I don’t want him to see me." When An Yin’s gaze fell on the man, she realized who Huang Yiyi meant by "him." The two of them walked through the narrow residential area, heading toward An Yin’s home. "Aren’t you curious about what happened tonight?" Huang Yiyi suddenly spoke up while walking. An Yin, not good at lying, was startled after hearing Huang Yiyi’s words and sheepishly asked, "Didn’t you just get engaged? Why is Young Master Liu still pestering you?" Upon hearing these two words, a bitter smile appeared on Huang Yiyi’s face. Those words were more suitable for a couple’s playful squabbles, while between her and Young Master Liu, there was only a web of interest without affection. "Perhaps for these rich young masters, someone else’s fiancée stirs their conquest desire." Huang Yiyi said melancholically. An Yin tucked her hair behind her ear, not fully understanding. The path they were on had faint light from others’ homes spilling onto the road, just enough to make the way visible. Back home, An Yin knocked on the door, and Aunt Zhang quickly opened it. When she saw the two of them at the door, her gaze lingered on Huang Yiyi for a few moments. After a bit of introduction, An Yin and Huang Yiyi entered the house. Huang Yiyi took the opportunity to greet An Ying. After that, Aunt Zhang took the medicine to An Ying’s room. Huang Yiyi sat on the sofa, her eyes slightly narrowed, a pained expression on her face. Seeing this, An Yin asked with concern, "What’s wrong?" From the moment she saw her, An Yin felt something was off. The way she walked seemed strange, as if she was injured. Content orıginally comes from 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 However, since the other party didn’t show any joy, An Yin didn’t feel it appropriate to ask more. Huang Yiyi gasped after sitting down, and waited for the pain in her body to subside a bit before looking at An Yin’s innocent face, feeling a wave of bitterness in her heart. It seemed An Yin didn’t know what she had just gone through. After a flurry of thoughts, Huang Yiyi said softly, "I’m fine." Since the other party said so, An Yin opened her mouth, "I’ll get you a glass of water." "I can do it myself." Huang Yiyi said, then mumbled, "I’d like to take a shower first." "Sure, I’ll get you a towel." While the sound of a shower came from the bathroom, An Yin had already entered An Ying’s bedroom. "Wasn’t today her engagement day? Why is she staying here?" An Ying asked incredulously. "She said she wanted to stay over, so I said yes," An Yin whispered. Regarding the complicated situation between Huang Yiyi and Young Master Liu, An Yin didn’t tell An Ying, since it was Huang Yiyi’s private matter. Listening to her daughter, An Ying recalled Huang Yiyi’s forlorn expression when she came into the room earlier and couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, "Let her stay then." Unless forced by circumstances, who would want to bother others? An Ying sighed. Aunt Zhang, who had been standing quietly on the side, hesitated for a moment after hearing their words and suggested, "Why don’t you both sleep in the bedroom tonight, and I’ll sleep on the sofa." "How could that be." An Ying spoke first. "It’s fine, it’s just one night." Aunt Zhang replied. An Ying wanted to say more, but Aunt Zhang had already come to An Yin’s side and guided the young girl away. Seeing Aunt Zhang’s determination, An Ying was at a loss. With Aunt Zhang’s persuasion, An Yin, being obedient, agreed promptly. Afterwards, An Yin returned to her bedroom and during the time when Huang Yiyi was showering, she took out her phone and typed a message. [Wishing you a happy Little New Year, may all your wishes come true!] After sending it to Jiang Keke, her fingers brushed across her phone and noticed Bao Shaojin’s WeChat. She stared intently at the man’s WeChat avatar, so absorbed that she didn’t notice when someone entered the room. Under Aunt Zhang’s reminder, Huang Yiyi walked to An Yin’s bedroom, and upon entering, she took in the entire layout of the small room at a glance. She found that though the room was small, it was very cozy. She had washed her hair, which was already dry but still slightly damp to the touch, and after sitting down by the bed, Huang Yiyi’s eyes softened as she looked at the daydreaming person. The next second, following An Yin’s gaze, Huang Yiyi’s eyes fell on An Yin’s phone screen, finding nothing special.