None of us slept that night.
Song Qingrong and I tacitly agreed not to bring it up, pretending that we hadn't noticed it.
But I know for sure...
Time is running out for Yan Yin.
It may not have been half a month already.
Finally, daytime arrived, and Yan Yin regained her cheerful demeanor, smiling as she saw us leave the room.
Breakfast was already laid out on the table.
Song Qingrong and I could only look at each other in silence.
But we could both see the heartache in each other's eyes.
I feel sorry for Yan Yin, who still had to force herself to remain calm even when facing life and death.
And she... perhaps the same is true.
"Yan Yin, you don't need to get up to make breakfast anymore. I'm a great cook, so let me do it from now on," Song Qingrong said as she served Yan Yin food at the dinner table.
Yan Yin shook her head slightly and said, "No need."
"You are guests..."
"What kind of guests?" Song Qingrong feigned anger. "Logically speaking, we should be considered tenants now, the kind who eat for free..."
“We were planning to stay here for a while. If you don’t let us do some work, we won’t be able to stay here in peace.”
"Or... do you not want us to stay here and disturb you?"
Song Qingrong looked at Yan Yin.
"If that's the case, then we'll leave in a bit."
"Huh?" Yan Yin quickly waved her hands and said, "No...no!"
"I am..."
“That’s fine!” Song Qingrong interrupted her. “Since you’ve agreed to let us stay, then do as I say.”
"From now on, I'll teach you how to do makeup during the day, cook three meals a day, and do the housework."
“I do these things myself all the time, so they’re not a big deal for me.”
“Then…” Song Qingrong looked at me: “Xu Ruo.”
"From now on, the coffin shop will be in your hands."
"Just think of it as working for Yan Yin, and consider your wages as our rent!"
I was stunned for a moment before I reacted, and then I quickly nodded in agreement, saying, "I agree."
"But……"
"It's settled then!" Yan Yin was about to say something when Song Qingrong interrupted her again, "If you keep making excuses, we'll take it as you not welcoming us!"
Yan Yin panicked this time and said, "No... I meant to say that there's not much work at the coffin shop!"
"Xu Ruojiu managing the coffin shop is too easy!"
"Why should you do everything, sister?!"
"Uh..." I never expected Yan Yin to say that. She was actually standing up for Song Qingrong instead of feeling embarrassed.
But this is for the best.
I laughed and said, "Actually, I'm fine with anything..."
"I'm also very good at cooking."
"I can do housework too."
"I'll do whatever you tell me to do."
"I have no objection."
"Then it's all up to you!" Song Qingrong and Yan Yin exchanged a glance, both looking triumphant.
This surprised me a bit; they were so in sync. But I didn't mind; I just smiled wryly.
Song Qingrong and Yan Yin also laughed.
I just kept laughing...
Yan Yin spoke softly, "Thank you..."
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