As they were going upstairs, Ye Lantian turned back and saw Ye Ningyue sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Her heart tightened involuntarily, and she instinctively clung a bit tighter to her father's neck.
Seeing her obvious displeasure, Ye Que lowered his head to ask her, "What's wrong?"
Ye Lantian lowered her eyes, absentmindedly shook her head, "It's nothing!"
"Foot hurting?" he asked, still unwilling to give up.
"No, it's not."
"Then why do you look so pale?"
"Daddy!" Ye Lantian suddenly called out.
Ye Que carried her into her beautifully dreamy princess-style room, gently placed her leaning against the bedhead, and while tucking her in, he responded, "Hmm?"
"When is Sister Ningyue getting married?"
She only knew they were getting married but didn't know how much longer it would be.
Anyway, as the sister, she just wanted to give her something when she got married, as a wedding gift.
"Eight more days!" Ye Que understood her little intentions and didn't ask more.
