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Chapter 58

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Ye Wanwan felt that she must be overthinking things!

But no matter what was wrong with him, it was good to hold his hand so she didn't have to worry about not being able to keep up with him.

This place was so big; it would be awkward if she got lost.

This time, after being held back, Si Ye Han only paused for a moment and didn't say anything. He just brought her around the old house, inside and out.

When he was about to go around the house for the second time, Ye Wanwan finally couldn't take it anymore, "Si Ye Han, my legs are sore. Let's sit there for a while?"

Si Ye Han lowered his eyes and glanced at her. He looked like he didn't really want to stop, but in the end, he still brought her to a wooden bench and sat down side by side with her.

Ye Wanwan heaved a sigh of relief, let go of his hand, stretched and mumbled, "Grandma is so nice. I was worried she wouldn't like me at first."

Si Ye Han glanced at his empty palm from the corner of his eye, but it was only for a moment before he looked away, "Nope."

Actually, Ye Wanwan knew that other than her performance this time, the biggest reason was because of Si Ye Han. After all, she loved the house and its crow.

As long as she didn't repeat her mistakes and cause a ruckus, there wouldn't be any problems with this meeting. Of course, it would be better if she could get a better impression from him.

"Oh right, Si Ye Han, why does grandma call you Little 9th and everyone else calls you 9th young master?" Ye Wanwan asked curiously.

According to what she knew, Si Ye Han only had one elder brother above him, so shouldn't he be ranked second?

Si Ye Han leaned against the back of the chair, his deep eyes reflecting the stars above his head as he said, "I've been weak and sickly since I was young. This is an old way of hiding from calamities."

When Ye Wanwan heard that, she understood. "So that's how it is. I've heard about it before. I think there's a saying that everyone in the family doesn't call you Second Young Master but Ninth Young Master to trick the King of Hell into not stealing your soul."

"En."

"Seems like whether it's a superstition or not, it's still useful."

After all, Si Ye Han survived and even turned himself into a ghost who was feared by everyone, a living King of Hell.

It was said that Si Ye Han was attacked together with his father. His father died on the spot and he was also injured in that disaster. Since then, his body had not been well.

Thinking about how Si Ye Han had encountered a great calamity at such a young age and had only managed to keep his life after much difficulty. Now that he had a strange illness like sleep disorder, he probably wouldn't live long. No wonder the old madam doted on him unconditionally.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was really good, Ye Wanwan felt strange and instinctively asked that taboo question, "Si Ye Han, why can't you fall asleep out of nowhere?"

Ye Wanwan was waiting for Si Ye Han's reply, but there was no response. Just when she realized she asked something she shouldn't have, she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders.

She instinctively turned her head and saw Si Ye Han leaning on her shoulder with his eyes closed and his breathing steady and long, as though... he was asleep...

"Eh …" Ye Wanwan's face darkened instantly, and she forcefully swallowed her question.

Si Ye Han seemed to be sleeping soundly. Ye Wanwan didn't dare to move and could only let him lean on her.

However, the temperature at night was a little low. If he slept like this for too long, he'd probably catch a cold...

Ye Wanwan, who was still worrying, didn't notice that there were two people standing not too far away.

The old madam saw that the two of them hadn't returned yet, so she went to the courtyard to look for them with the old housekeeper accompanying her.

From afar, she saw the two children sitting side by side on the bench. What shocked her the most was that her grandson had his eyes closed and was leaning on the little girl's shoulder like he was asleep...

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