"I just overheard Third Uncle on the phone. I'm not clear on the specifics, but judging by his expression, it seems quite serious."
Yun Ya raised her hand to pinch her brow, feeling slightly uneasy.
Thinking of something, she took out her phone and dialed that number she knew by heart, but no one ever picked up. In the midst of the busy tone, Yun Ya's heart was like a boat adrift on the sea, floating aimlessly, unable to find a harbor at which to dock.
Miaomiao, please, you have to answer my call.
Yun Ya dialed Yan Song's number, but it was busy.
Seeing Yun Ya's grave expression, Yan Xing didn't dare to breathe loudly. She truly wanted to slap herself for speaking carelessly. What does a war in another place have to do with Sister Yun Ya's wedding? They aren't connected at all, yet she made Sister Yun Ya worry instead.
"Sister Yun Ya, it was me talking nonsense, don't take it to heart. Tomorrow is your wedding, so sleep early tonight and show up beautifully tomorrow."
