Thud!
Just as he finished speaking, Gu Yinyin threw herself into his embrace, hugging him tightly. She shook and trembled as she silently sobbed.
Max felt the front of his robe get wet. His expression softened and his heart was filled with warmth.
'Such a loving and caring sister. How lucky Gu Chen was.' He thought. Then he placed the rice bucket down and wrapped his hands around her upper back—it was easier to do so because he was half a head taller than her. He then put his face to the side of her head, and inhaled deeply, taking in her hair's scent.
After a few seconds, when Gu Yinyin calmed down, he released her and took a step back.
"How did you suddenly recover, Third Brother?" Gu Yinyin asked, still having a hard time believing that he had recovered.
"I don't know. Maybe whatever the illness was, just like it had appeared without any warning, it left the same." Max shrugged, "I only know that in the morning, I regained consciousness and found myself feeling better."
