Yan Huan, as if triggered, immediately activated the Perfect Expression Management Mask.
But...
She still didn't hypnotize herself.
Instead, she just pressed her lips together lightly and said,
"So, Xiao Huan... shall we make up?"
"Make up?"
She spoke softly, inching closer to Yan Huan,
"Well... it was my fault for not responding to Xiao Huan's messages before, I was just... being childish.
"From now on, I'm still Xiao Huan's elder sister, and I won't ignore Xiao Huan's messages anymore...
"Xiao Huan doesn't have to worry about mom, let's just... focus on our internship, okay?"
Her hand was soft and cool, quickly seeming to blend with the feel of her from the dream.
Her black hair subtly carried a faint floral scent, its source unknown, but...
it was nice.
"Mm..."
Yan Huan pondered for a moment, a bit unsure of her intentions.
But...
Now she could only brace herself to agree.
Seeing Yan Huan agree, Ye Shiyu's cool hand gently released Yan Huan's wrist.
