Yan Sijue gently chuckled and leaned down to kiss her, "Alright, I won't say anything more. But you mustn't be sad anymore."
She huffed and continued to push him away, "Let Xiao Qi come in."
He raised an eyebrow and helplessly obliged.
Soon, Xiao Qi came in, clicking her tongue in wonder, "Yan Sijue is getting better at comforting people."
At this moment, Mu Yiliang's face was filled with anger, looking much more vibrant than the pale and haggard appearance from the previous days. Her demeanor indicated that Ye Moran's death and the child-related matters hadn't cast a shadow over her.
Mu Yiliang forced a smile, then seemed somewhat dazed.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Qi sat down by the bedside, a bit worried.
Mu Yiliang slightly frowned and hesitantly asked, "In the past two days...has anything else happened?"
Xiao Qi thought for a moment, "Not that I know of? Is something off?"
