Yearning For Warmth, Day and Night - Chapter 20
Chapter 20: Movie
Su Ziyan arrived at Wei Hui’s home first. Shiyi had just returned from outside. As she reached the front gate, she saw Su Ziyan getting out of his car, holding a cake and a bag in his hands. She quickly walked over and called out, “Dr. Su.”
Su Ziyan turned and smiled, “Shiyi.”
“What are you doing outside?”
Shiyi bit her lip and replied, “Just went for a walk.”
Su Ziyan nodded. “That’s good—walking is good exercise. But winter is almost here. It’s not good to stay out too long.”
Especially given her weaker constitution, exposure to cold wind would almost certainly lead to a cold.
Shiyi gave a soft “mm” in response. Then she noticed the cake in his hand and asked, “What’s that?”
Only then did Su Ziyan lift the cake and smile, “Today is Third Miss’s birthday—I came to celebrate with her.”
Shiyi froze for a few seconds—Third Miss’s birthday?
Today was Third Miss Wei’s birthday?
Did that mean… she should prepare a gift?
Su Ziyan walked a couple of steps toward the gate, saw that Shiyi hadn’t followed, and called out, “What’s wrong?”
Snapping back to her senses, Shiyi looked up at him and said after a moment, “Dr. Su, you go in first—I’ll come in later.”
Su Ziyan didn’t suspect anything. With a faint smile, he nodded. “Alright.”
With that, he turned and entered the Wei household.
Shiyi squatted down beside his car, wondering whether or not she should buy a gift for Third Miss. She probably should. Third Miss had pulled her out of that oppressive place and given her a comfortable life. She had never forced her to do anything and had even replaced all the household staff because of her.
Third Miss had been so kind to her—she really ought to prepare a gift.
But… what should she get?
Shiyi walked heavily toward a nearby supermarket. Expensive gifts were out of her reach, but she felt embarrassed giving something too cheap. After looking around for about ten minutes, she finally left the gift section and turned—spotting a stuffed animal on a nearby shelf.
It was shaped like a puppy, about the size of a throw pillow, and grayish in color. Seeing it instantly reminded Shiyi of Twelve. She picked it up from the shelf and bit her lip.
Wei Hui returned home just after six o’clock. As she stepped out of the car, she saw Su Ziyan talking to Shiyi. The two of them were laughing and chatting happily. In her high heels, Wei Hui walked over and called out naturally, “Ziyan.”
Her tone was familiar and relaxed. Shiyi stepped a couple of paces toward Wei Hui and greeted respectfully, “Third Miss.”
Wei Hui glanced at her briefly and said in a soft voice, “Let’s go in.”
Shiyi lowered her head and quietly followed behind Wei Hui and Su Ziyan, listening to their casual conversation.
“What brings you here?” Wei Hui asked.
“No need to ask,” he replied.
“What do you mean ‘no need’? I’m the only one who remembers your birthday. You know, each year you celebrate is one less you’ll get. So if you can celebrate, you should—make the most of it.”
Shiyi didn’t hear the rest clearly. Her mind was filled with Su Ziyan’s words: “each year is one less,” “make the most of it.” Did that mean… Third Miss was seriously ill?
With that thought in her head, she turned her head slightly to look at Wei Hui. Bathed in the setting sun, Wei Hui’s expression was calm, her features sharp and well-defined. Her face lacked its usual sternness and instead seemed gentler. Looking at her now, there was no sign she was sick at all. But Shiyi had seen her with a fever before—had accompanied her to a check-up—and there was also that deal Wei Hui had mentioned.