Will I become the next Yu Wanqing? Who knows?
Does Uncle's affection for my body count as my only advantage over Yu Wanqing?
But such an advantage is something Xia Yinian is unwilling to have.
What's the use of merely liking a body? Everyone will age, and the young generation will follow in line.
In a few years, when Uncle tires of me, does that mean I'll be nothing?
Xia Yinian closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Is this man truly capable of love?
...
Upon waking up the next day, Xia Yinian found herself lying comfortably alone in the main house's room.
She sat up in bed, taking a long time to gather her thoughts.
Where's Uncle? Weren't they in the Alchemy Room yesterday?
This is the main house, how did she get back from there?
There's no doubt about it, Uncle must have carried her back.
But would Uncle have climbed through the window while carrying her? He wouldn't have brazenly carried her over, would he?
