"When you were having breakfast, your aunt and I finished recording and sent it to your dad. If we don't manage to cheer him up, everyone under him will have to suffer."
"You really know my dad best."
Tong Yao sighed, "Has Rui'er called yet?"
Yi Luowa pouted, "No, he hasn't. Aunt, did Youyou call Old Eight?"
"She hasn't called either." Yan Zi furrowed her brows slightly, "Men's hearts are just rougher than women's. Look at you—stayed up all night, hardly slept, and Xuanxuan slept like a log, then walked out this morning as if nothing had happened."
Yi Luowa laughed and squeezed Yan Zi's hand, "Aunt, you're being unfair to Old Eight. He does think of Youyou, but he doesn't dare express it in front of you, afraid you'd worry too."
"Sigh... When she's around, I find her noisy. But now that she's gone, my heart feels empty."
"Whoever you care about, you just end up worrying about." Tong Yao shook her head helplessly.
