Yan Xin looked over at the absent-minded Wen Xiangyang and stepped forward, gently clutching Mother Yan's arm and softly cooing, "Mom, as the saying goes, the medicine for heartache needs to come from the heart. Even if Xiangyang and I go out for a year of fun, it doesn't necessarily mean Xiangyang will go back to his old self."
Mother Yan looked worriedly at Wen Xiangyang. Xiangyang always loved to laugh as a child, but now, he had turned into this sullen and gloomy figure—it broke her heart just to look at him.
"It's good to be back home; you have your mother to take care of you both." Mother Yan led them into the house. After instructing the servants to help them with their luggage, she glanced towards the two of them, "You both came back just in time, a friend came to visit you. I told her that you were out travelling. Come on in, she's inside."
"Friend?" Yan Xin was puzzled until she went in and saw Qin Sha waiting on the sofa.