Yun Ya listened to Zhuang Xiyue's rambling, and rather than feeling annoyed, she felt a warmth in her heart and smiled, saying, "Aunt Zhuang, I know my body well, it's nothing serious, but I really can't be at ease until I see Aunt myself. Please accompany me to see her."
Zhuang Xiyue saw how concerned she was for her sister, even neglecting her own illness, and felt both moved and fond of her.
She nodded repeatedly, "Alright, Aunt Zhuang will go with you."
Yan Song finished his phone call and came out, seeing the two of them about to leave, he quickly stepped over to Yun Ya's side, his brows tightly furrowed.
Yun Ya smiled and said, "Brother Yan, I'm going to see Aunt, you've been with me these days, don't let it delay your matters."
Thinking of the contents of the phone call, Yan Song's brows tightened, and without a word, he grasped Yun Ya's hand, tightly wrapping that slightly cold small hand in his palm, "I'll go with you."
