At a birthday banquet, onlookers ate with great delight, while Mo Ziyao felt rather unappetizing.

Ye Ziyan noticed that Mo Zijiao seemed to have a smaller appetite. She couldn't help but wonder, this guy hadn't spoken much today, and he was eating so little. Could he be sick?

Could it be that I caught a cold from eating the baked sweet potato someone gave me that day?

She couldn't help but look at Mo Ziyao a few more times, her eyes full of concern, with a pair of bright and sparkling eyes.

Mo Ziyao's ears turned red at her gaze.

Seeing that he even turned red in the ears, Ye Ziyan felt even more certain that her guess was true.

Perhaps Brother ZiYao is truly sick.

Why are you coming to a birthday party when you're sick? Are you crazy?

She couldn't help but worry, wanting to ask about Mo Ziyao's condition, but with Ye Jiu by her side, staring at her constantly, Ye Ziyue felt rather awkward.

She looked helplessly at Yun Qingxi on the other side: "Xixi sister, I ate a bit too much and feel hot. Could you accompany me outside for some fresh air?"

Yun Qingxi, sent by the ghosts, received her meaning: "Where do you want to go?"

"Just go for a walk outside, not too far. Ninth Aunt, you don't need to follow us either. This is the Nan family's territory; there won't be any bad people here," Ye Ziyān said.

At nine o'clock that night, he did not rise to follow.

This is Nan Li's territory; no one would be bold enough to make trouble here.

After going out, Ye Ziyān tightened the woolen coat around her body: “Xixi sister, I have something to ask you…”

It was cold outside, and her cute little face quickly turned a bit red from the chill, looking pitiful, like a little white rabbit.

"What's up?"

Although cute, Yun Qing Xi wouldn't agree rashly.

No matter what kind of plea it is, listen to it first before making a decision.

"I... I want to ask you about Mo Ziyao. Is he sick? Why didn't he eat much today, and his complexion doesn't look good either." Ye Ziyue stammered.

I didn't eat much because Ye Ziyu and Ye Ziru were sitting beside me.

As for his complexion not looking too good... it can probably be "attributed to" these two menacing figures.

Yun Qingxi knew it very well in her heart, but she couldn't bear to point it out.

After all, some things shouldn't be spoken of by an outsider like her.

If anyone's going to say something, it should be Ye Ziyan's relative or a close friend who understands how the two get along.

"All you want is for me to ask Mo Ziyao if he's sick?"

"Hmm," Ye Ziyan nodded, "I think... he might be sick. If he got sick because of the roasted sweet potatoes he sent me last time, then… I…"

"Was it you who asked him to bring you the sweet potatoes?" Yun Qingxi asked.

"No," Ye Ziyan shook her head, "How could I possibly make such a strange request?"

"Even if he got sick, it was his own doing. Climbing the walls in such cold weather to deliver sweet potatoes, he should have thought about the possibility of getting sick." Yun Qingxi analyzed this as if she were a heartless killer.

To be honest, she didn't really understand things like feelings.

Facing Yun Qingxi, this super straight woman, Ye Ziyan's mouth pouted so much it could hang an oil lamp: "Xixi sister, why do you talk like Aunt Nine?"

"Does Yejiu often say this to you?" Yun Qinge couldn't help but ask.

Ye Ziyan imitated Ye Jiu's mannerisms: "Aunt Jiu always said: You young people have nothing to do after eating. It's better to keep things simple and not make things so complicated."

The clouds are clear, but I say nothing.

However, she wouldn't refuse to deliver such a simple message.

"Okay, I'll ask him for you in a while." she replied.

"Really?" Ye Ziyan's eyes lit up.

She didn't realize, and didn't know from when, that she gradually started to care about Mo Ziyao.

Sometimes, when I don't see Ziyáo for a month or two, I can't help but wonder if something happened to him. Why doesn't he come to find me anymore...?

"By the way, Sister XiXi, can you keep this a secret from Ninth Aunt and my two brothers?" Ye ZiYan asked again with pleading eyes.

The pitiful appearance of the little white rabbit almost made Yun Qingxi melt.

She thought if she were a straight man, she would definitely try her best to make this little girl happy. She just needed to convey one sentence, and she could make that Mo Ziyuan who bullied Ye Ziyan get beaten up. A bump on his head wouldn't even be enough.

"Okay, I won't tell them," Yun Qingxi agreed to the white rabbit's request.

"Yè Zijīn this time felt reassured, and she sincerely thanked her: "That's great, thank you, Xīxī jie. Then I'll go in first. Thank you for your help with this."

After Ye Ziyan left, a voice rang out from not far away. It was none other than Ye Jiu who was speaking.

"Don't you think this is going too far?" Ye Jiu had seen through everything long ago.

After all, she was a person who had been through it all. She knew about the ins and outs between Ye Ziyān and Mo Ziyáo. Even the slightest movement wouldn't escape her eyes?

"It's hard to say if it's good or bad, I'm not someone who believes in fate, but I do believe that sometimes fate is real, and so is destiny." Yun Qingxi looked at Ye Ziyin's back, her mood was a bit complicated.

Ye Jiu looked at her in surprise: "I seem to have heard this from someone else."

Yún Qíng smiled and didn't think too much about it: "It's a very cliché and common phrase. Anyone could say it. The wind is strong outside, let's go in first."

Night Nine followed Yun Qingyi into the villa. They ate dinner before Night Nine suddenly remembered hearing this phrase from Shao Yu's mouth.

Back then, Shao Yu was still young, a little boy. Although he had a cold disposition, it wasn't as frigid as it is now.

I'm not a believer in fate, but I do believe that sometimes destiny is real...

"Fate, this kind of thing also truly exists..."

Remembering these things, Ye Jiu couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Was it a mistake in her memory, or had the two people really said the same thing?

That's too much of a coincidence.

When Yun Qingxi left from Nan Li's house, she asked Mo Ziyao as promised if he had caught a cold recently.

Mo Ziyao didn't expect this person, whom he had only met once, to be so concerned about his health. However, with his intelligence, he quickly guessed a few things: "Was it that girl Ziyān who asked you to ask?"

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