Yun Ya carried the bowl of medicine in and personally fed it to the old master. After drinking the medicine, the old master held Yun Ya's hand and talked for a while before quickly falling asleep. She tucked in the corner of the quilt and checked the windows of the room, then the two left.
Walking hand in hand under the moonlight, the silvery-white moonlight made Yun Ya's face even more radiant. She shook Yan Song's hand and asked, "What are you thinking about, Brother Yan?"
Yan Song glanced at her sideways, his burning gaze making Yun Ya's heart feel hot and her cheeks blush. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm thinking about how my wife can be so beautiful."
Yun Ya glared at him, her eyes enchanting and soft, "So cheesy..."
Yan Song's throat bobbed, suddenly he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. Yun Ya yelped, glancing around, "What are you doing?"
"I'm holding my own wife. Who cares?" After speaking, he kissed Yun Ya's forehead and quickly walked away.
