"The weather was really nice today."
Ying Bing pushed open the door. Morning light spilled in with the gentle breeze, dyeing her exquisite jade-like features with flowing dawn radiance.
Recovering from her serious illness had left her feeling exceptionally light. Her tranquil eyes rarely carried such leisure, and she looked every inch like a fairy descended to inspect the mortal world—making it hard to connect her with the frail, sickly Ice Block from before.
"Big Sister Bing, have you mostly recovered?"
Tian Xun was nineteen this year, actually a little older than Ying Bing.
But Ying Bing's tall figure, the coldness flowing between her brows and eyes, and the damned pressure brought by her beauty and talent had kept Tian Xun from ever thinking about their ages.
She even wrote in her little interview notebook: "Suggestion: the Hundred Flowers Ranking should start from second place from now on."
"Mm."
Ying Bing gave a slight nod.
"It must be because of Young Hero Li's personal care these past two days. I saw that he didn't even loosen his belt or change his clothes, staying by your side the whole time, Big Sister Bing."
"...Mm."
Ying Bing's lashes trembled slightly. Little Li's "personal care" flashed through her mind, along with the system's punishment. Unable to help herself, she vigorously rubbed the Big-Headed Doll's forehead before her expression swiftly returned to normal.
"It truly was personal care."
As she spoke, she cast a faint look at Li Mo, who had just emerged from the kitchen.
"..."
Li Mo's steps stiffened slightly, and he coughed.
Little Li's feelings were somewhat complicated. Ice Block's illness—food poisoning, to be precise—had healed, which was a relief. But upon thinking carefully...
Who knew when he would see Ice Block looking so delicate, frail, and easy to knock down