"Alright, Aunt Ye."
Watching Ye Lan turn and leave the room, closing the door behind her, the atmosphere in the room returned to silence.
Yan Huan withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at Ye Shiyu, who was sitting on the bed with her legs turned to the side.
She was also looking at him.
"..."
In the silence, they both spoke at the same time,
"Sister Shiyu, last night..."
"Xiao Huan, just now..."
It was like a collision, causing Ye Shiyu to pause, and she softly said,
"Xiao Huan, you go first."
Hearing this, Yan Huan couldn't help but smile slightly,
"Alright... although I have a hunch we're talking about the same thing."
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Ye Shiyu tilted her head slightly, looking at Yan Huan in confusion.
After a night's sleep, her originally smooth long black hair was sticking out in several places.
It wasn't pretty, but it added a touch of relatable domesticity, making her a bit more real than a terrifying phantom.
