The ninth floor of the hospital, where the roaring wind whistles through the gaps of the window frames, mercilessly making people's hair flutter wildly.
Right after that, before one's face stiffens from the biting wind like knife cuts, that penetrating chill seeps into every inch of skin, causing your body to tremble slightly.
In fact, compared to Yan Huan and Spencer, Ye Lan isn't particularly tall.
But strangely, at this moment, Ye Lan standing in front of them is like an impenetrable wall of a fortress, shielding Yan Huan behind her completely from the storm...
All that's felt is tranquility.
It's as if as long as Aunt Ye is there in the front, the sky couldn't possibly fall.
"Shiyu, are you here?"
Ye Lan turned her head and scanned around, calling out to the seemingly empty surroundings.
Beyond the loud wind, no one responded.
Seeing this, Ye Lan's expression turned slightly puzzled, and she looked back at Yan Huan as if to confirm "Is Shiyu really here?"
