Ye Wan'Er was so excited she completely forgot about the need for propriety between men and women, clinging to Yi Tianyun's arm as if she had been the one to successfully perform the alchemy. The main reason she was so thrilled was that she finally felt like she could be of help.
"Ahem, Wan'er, let go of him. This is hardly proper!" Ye Qingxuan chided softly.
"Ah..." Ye Wan'er quickly released his arm, her face turning beet red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Yi. I got a little carried away."
"It's fine." Yi Tianyun smiled. He didn't mind at all; he could feel Ye Wan'er's genuine excitement.
"Young Master, I apologize for doubting you earlier. Please forgive us for our rudeness," Ye Qingxuan said sincerely.
