When Song Yiyi opened her eyes, she saw Song Lingyu staring straight at her. She quickly withdrew her smile, face flushing: "It's nothing."
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Song Lingyu noticed Song Yiyi's flushed cheeks and reached out to touch her.
"Mom, I'm fine, just a bit warm." Song Yiyi brushed her hand away, her eyes evasive.
"Warm?"
Song Lingyu glanced at the raging wind outside, looking at Song Yiyi with a peculiar expression.
"I'm going to sleep."
Song Yiyi shut her mouth, believing the more she spoke, the more mistakes she'd make, so she'd better say nothing.
"This kid, acting so weird." Song Lingyu muttered, but didn't seem suspicious.
Song Yiyi felt relieved that Song Lingyu didn't pursue it, but she was also quite displeased. If it weren't for Song Lingyu's interruption, she might have kissed those beautiful lips.
But fantasy remains fantasy.
...
At Lan's Family, in the courtyard.
