Ever since she came to A Country, she kept worrying about her good sister, afraid that Liang Anya might be bullied.
He didn't want her thinking about all sorts of nonsense just before giving birth.
"I hope it's just a minor issue." She breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Indeed.
Emotions, like drinking water, are a personal experience; you can't really help someone else with them.
Sometimes, helping might actually make things worse.
What if Anya still has some hope for Si Yuheng and there's still a chance for them to develop?
Jiayi shook Huo Zhenyang's neck playfully: "You're such a sly old wolf! You can see through everyone's thoughts."
Yet every time this old wolf spoke, her heavy burden was lightened, and she felt less worried.
"Sly old wolf?" He raised his stern, handsome eyes in displeasure, "Sly, yes, but old? How am I old?"
He split "sly, old, wolf" with an intriguing hint.
Sly and wolf were fine, but old...?
She blushed, thick-skinned!
