Ye Wanwan thought maybe she was overthinking things.
But no matter what was wrong with him, it was better to hold onto his hand so she wouldn't have to worry about not keeping up.
At such a big place, it would be very easy to get left behind and lost.
After she grabbed onto his hand, Si Yehan merely slowed down but remained speechless and walked her around the old house.
When he was preparing to go for a second round, Ye Wanwan couldn't take it any longer. "Si Yehan, my legs are tired. Should we sit for a bit?"
Si Yehan glanced at her, seemingly not wanting to stop but in the end, he brought her to sit on a long wooden bench.
Ye Wanwan sighed in comfort, loosened her grip on him, stretched her body and muttered, "Grandma's really nice. I was afraid she wouldn't like me at first."
Si Yehan looked at his empty palm for an instant, then returned his gaze, "No way."
Actually, Ye Wanwan knew that aside from her good behaviour, the biggest factor in determining Grandma's impression of her still depended on Si Yehan. As the saying goes, he that loves the tree loves the branch.
As long as she didn't make the same mistakes or cross a line, the meeting this time would most likely go smoothly. Of course, showing some affection to Si Yehan wouldn't hurt.
"Oh yes, Si Yehan, why does grandma call you Little 9th and others call you 9th young master?" Ye Wanwan asked out of curiosity.
According to what she knew, Si Yehan only had an elder brother so wasn't he supposed to be second in line?
Si Yehan leaned against the chair, glancing at the stars above, "I've been weak and sickly since I was little, so this was a way to avoid tempting fate."
After hearing this, Ye Wanwan understood, "So this was the reason. I've also heard this saying before. So making your family members call you 9th young master instead of 2nd young master would prevent the Grim Reaper from taking your soul, huh?"
"Hm."
"Whether it's true or not, it's better to err on the side of caution."
Si Yehan was still alive after all and even lived to become a devil that ghosts and humans feared, a living king of hell.
It was said that Si Yehan and his father had been attacked previously and his father had died on the spot. After getting injured in that incident, his body had never really recovered.
Considering how Si Yehan went through such a tragedy at a young age, barely holding onto his life, not to mention his current insomnia and possibly numbered days left on this earth, it was no wonder that old madam loved him so ferociously.
Due to the good atmosphere, Ye Wanwan asked a taboo question out of curiosity, "Si Yehan, why can't a fine guy like you fall asleep all the time?"
Ye Wanwan waited for Si Yehan's reply but nothing came, and just as she thought she had gone overboard, she felt a load on her shoulders.
She turned her head subconsciously and saw that Si Yehan was leaning on her shoulder with both eyes closed, with long and calm breaths… He had fallen asleep.
"Er…" Ye Wanwan's expression darkened and she swallowed her question.
Si Yehan seemed to be sleeping soundly; Ye Wanwan didn't dare move and let him continue resting on her.
However, the night was chilly and if he continued to sleep like that, he'd most likely catch a cold…
The worried Ye Wanwan didn't notice that not too far off, stood two people.
The old madam realised that the two of them hadn't returned for some time, so she went out to the courtyard with the housekeeper to find them.
What shocked her the most was that the two children were on the bench and her grandson had his eyes shut, leaning against that girl's shoulder. He seemed to be asleep…
How… How could that be?!
