Yan Song's brow furrowed even deeper.
Yun Ya withdrew her hand and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, you're overthinking it. I'm fine, just ate too much at noon. I'm not hungry at all right now. I've specially instructed the kitchen to make the dishes Brother Yan likes. Brother Yan, hurry and eat."
The cramping in her lower abdomen caused cold sweat to gradually seep from her forehead.
Yan Song lowered his eyes impassively. The meal was tasteless because of the worry in his heart.
Yun Ya sighed, one hand resting on her lower abdomen, gently massaging it.
After dinner, the two of them took a walk in the garden. Yan Song took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, holding her hand as they walked leisurely, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
"Brother Yan, today is already November 22nd," Yun Ya said, swinging his hand.
Yan Song lowered his eyes and looked over. In the moonlight, the man's features were incredibly handsome, and his gaze was gentle.
"So?"
