"Don't look at me like that. I'm the one who pulled you out of the mire, and you must always remember that," Pei Ying said as he walked away.
Pei Xinyi bit her lip and quickly followed.
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That evening, Yan Song returned, and the two of them had a good meal together.
"Did Pei Qinghan come by today?" Yan Song asked, pretending to be casual.
"Yes." Yun Ya nodded and looked up at him. "What's wrong?"
Yan Song shook his head, said nothing more, and picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks to put in her bowl. "Eat more."
"Brother Yan, what exactly do you want to say?" Yun Ya put down her chopsticks and looked at him.
"I'll tell you after dinner."
After the meal, Yun Ya made a cup of tea. The aroma lingered as she paced around the room, digesting her food. Yan Song sat in the chair watching her and suddenly spoke, "Yun Ya, let me tell you a story."
Yun Ya nodded and kept walking. "Alright."
