The room stilled.
Su Ye stepped forward at once. "Then I'll stay as well."
Yan Ze's expression finally shifted, surprise flickering briefly across his features before melting into amusement. He chuckled softly and spread his hands. "Well then," he said lightly, "be my guests."
Yun Si closed her eyes, defeated.
Since that day, Su Ye and I stayed at the Yan Mansion.
Living under someone else's roof felt strange at first. The halls were too vast, the silence too deliberate, and every corner carried the weight of a power that did not belong to us. But for Yun Si, we endured it without complaint, even if she complained enough for all of us.
Every single day, without fail, she would clamor to go home.
"I'm healed already," she would insist stubbornly, despite the bandages and the doctor's warnings. "Staying here is bad for my mental health."
No one listened.
Not me. Not even Su Ye. And certainly not the doctor.
