"Miaomiao, eat more vegetables, they're good for your health." Yun Ya placed a chopstick of greens into Yun Miao's bowl with a gentle smile, "Okay, you eat too."
This was so saccharine that Yan Song bit his chopsticks audibly.
Zhang Huasheng chuckled quietly, feeling that these siblings are a bit too close. He gave Yan Song a sympathetic look.
But considering the hardships the siblings had been through, he understood. Only they could truly empathize with each other's pain, no outsider's comfort could compare to their shared experiences.
Yun Miao ate elegantly and gracefully, truly looking as picturesque as a painting, especially with the warm and noble aura matching that of Yun Ya.
Yun Miao noticed Yan Song's grim expression from the corner of her eye, her eyebrows raised slightly — as if he could easily win over his little sister. Things weren't that simple.
