"That's true, but I'm still really curious, what exactly is his relationship with my grandparents?"
There was a suspicion she didn't dare voice, fearing it would taint the ancestors, especially the grandmother who always lived in others' stories and whom she had never met.
"Don't overthink it, how could we possibly know the affairs of those who came before us? Maybe you'll find out when the time is right. If you think too much, be careful of getting wrinkles on your face."
Yun Ya pushed him away and ran to the dressing mirror, suddenly letting out a scream.
"Ah... my lips."
Her lips were crimson and a bit swollen. If she went out, others would surely know what she had been up to. How could she face people like this?
Yan Song smiled as he looked at her in the mirror, "It's okay, everyone understands."
"You jerk." Yun Ya hit his chest hard, only for Yan Song to catch her wrist, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her: "Are you trying to murder your husband?"
