"I didn't know I would have an allergic reaction, so I ate a little more," Ziyi said, gesturing with her hand a small distance, "but not too much."
He Yirong's expression softened, "Get some rest."
As he spoke, he glanced at Pei Yuanchen.
Pei Yuanchen understood and stood up, leaving the room.
Ziyi stared at his back, momentarily dazed, "Xiao..."
"Have you taken your medicine?" He Yirong interrupted her.
"I have," Ziyi's gaze still fixated on Pei Yuanchen, but she answered He Yirong unconsciously.
He Yirong stroked her hair gently, "Ziyi, your father has only one daughter, and all the young talents of Yanzhou City are available for you to choose from. Pei Yuanchen is merely an adopted son, after all, he is just an orphan, he is not worthy of you."
Ziyi seemed confused, "Dad, what do you mean by 'not worthy'?"
"I mean, you deserve better," He Yirong said earnestly.
"But I like him!" Ziyi's tone was natural, with a hint of bewilderment.
He Yirong was taken aback.
