Cui Yan walked over, seeing the young lady sitting outside, hurried to fetch a cloak and worriedly said, "Miss, the weather is bad today. You only just broke your fever yesterday, you absolutely can't catch a chill again."
Su An'an turned her head and smiled gently, "Cui Yan, it seems I dreamed of my mother last night."
In the dream, she returned to her mother's embrace, surrounded by a faint scent of medicine. It felt so reassuring, so warm, so endearing.
Cui Yan paused while draping the cloak, "Miss…"
Su An'an's eyes were soft, "It's nothing, I'm not sad, just a bit wistful."
She looked up at the red blood vessels in Cui Yan's eyes, feeling sorry, "You watched over me all night last night, thank you. Please go rest for a while."
Cui Yan shook her head, feeling somber, thinking the young lady must feel very lonely, hence she mentioned thinking of Madam.
She refused to leave, only saying staying up all night was nothing, as long as the young lady was alright.
