Yun Ya's nose tingled with emotion as she clung to his arm without caring about anything else.
Yan Song, torn between laughter and tears, said, "I'm driving, sit properly."
"No, I just want to hold you."
Yan Song quickly turned the steering wheel, expertly avoiding a bus in front, and sped into the traffic flow.
Yan Song shook his head helplessly; if not for his superb driving skills, today could have ended badly. What an exasperating little enchantress.
Yun Ya playfully stuck out her tongue, her eyes full of absolute trust.
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A sliver of sunset light streamed through the window, illuminating a slim figure quietly sitting by the hospital bed, revealing traces of loneliness and frailty in the golden glow of dusk.
The oversized hospital gown made the man appear even thinner; his face was handsome, his temperament warm and gentle, radiating a glow like warm jade, but those eyes were dull and lifeless, devoid of their former brilliance.
