Quiet as an Orchid

"Yue'er!" Lan's eyes held only the image of his daughter. Overcome with emotion, he seized Qing Yue's hand and held it tightly, afraid to loosen his grip even slightly.

Yang Si Qing Yue came back to her senses. Her silver eyes, like rings of reincarnation, were deep and calm. She swept her gaze around before finally settling it on Xiao Yu. The voice she had heard just now should have belonged to this woman. Looking at Xiao Yu now, she felt a little closer to her.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded lightly in greeting.

"Father." Yang Si Qing Yue's voice was soft, like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley.

"Yue'er, you're really better. You're really better." Lan's voice trembled. This decisive, exceptionally shrewd man was at a complete loss for the first time.

"Did this sister save me?" Yang Si Qing Yue asked softly, her tone warm, as though she felt somewhat close to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu nodded with a smile. Yang Si Qing Yue had been frozen for more than three hundred years, so theoretically, she was over three hundred years old. Xiao Yu did not know how to describe how she felt being called sister.

"This is Madam, and this is the Boss. The Boss performed your surgery, and Madam woke you up." Lan hurriedly introduced them, unable to contain his delight. After the brief introductions, his gaze returned to Yang Si Qing Yue.

"Boss, Madam, thank you." Yang Si Qing Yue glanced at Chen Mo and Xiao Yu before speaking softly.

"You're welcome."

Chen Mo also studied Yang Si Qing Yue. Those silver eyes, like rings of reincarnation, were truly unusual. Her bearing carried hints of wisdom and mystery.

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