160 Back-to-the-Wall Battle, Emerging from Death_3

The implication was that, to spare someone else's embarrassment, they would say things against their own feelings.

Yun Ya:...

Yan Ke:... My goodness, what kind of thought process is this?

It looked like Sister Yun Ya and brother had a long way to go still.

After dinner, Nanmo hadn't returned yet, and the clock hand had already unwittingly moved to seven o'clock.

Outside, the rain drizzled down. Zhuang Xiyue suggested she stay over for the night, but Yun Ya, worried about Miaomiao, declined the offer. She waited until eight o'clock, but still no sign of Nanmo. She could wait no longer; she decided to go directly to the city government office to find him the next day.

Just as Yun Ya was about to leave, Nanmo walked in, patting the rainwater off his body, "Judging by the look of it, this typhoon won't be a small one."

Zhuang Xiyue hurried over to help him out of his coat, scolding, "How could you get so wet? What if you catch a cold?"