The man pushed the door open and walked in. The girl sitting on the hospital bed immediately looked up with joy, her eyes filled with attachment and delight that softened the man's icy gaze, inch by inch, into something as gentle as spring water.
Yan Song stepped to her side, pulled the book out of her hands, and his eyes showed displeasure: "Did you ignore my advice again?"
The girl playfully stuck out her tongue and naturally nestled into his embrace, "Brother Yan, where did you go?"
Her tone carried deep dependence.
Yan Song lowered his gaze to look at her. If Yun Ya were to look up now, she wouldn't miss the fleeting, deep shadow in his eyes.
"I shouldn't ask, you don't have to answer." Yun Ya said with a smile, contentedly and greedily inhaling his scent.
Only beside him could her heart truly find peace.
Yan Song raised his hand and gently placed it on her back, patting softly.
All responsibilities will be mine; you just need to live carefree under my wings.
