“Sorry, sorry…” The girl was on the verge of tears, repeatedly apologizing to An Ke. She helped An Ke up, her eyes warily surveying An Ke, and sobbed: “I’m a new servant, and I really need this job.”
An Ke looked her over. The young girl was about fifteen or sixteen, not tall but sturdy, with a round face, large, watery eyes, looking particularly cute. An Ke unconsciously took her hand and comforted her: “It’s okay, just be more careful in the future.”
The young girl gratefully nodded: “My name is Chen Yun, you can call me Xiao Yun.”
“Xiao Yun, I’m An Ke.” An Ke held her hand, seeming unusually excited. In recent days, this young girl was the only one besides Li Sao who had not looked at her with strange eyes.
The girl laughed, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, her sweet voice making her feel particularly close. She said: “An Ke, you’ve been here longer than me, please take care of me in the future.” This made An Ke burst into laughter.
The girl also told her that she was nineteen years old, not to be fooled by her appearance. She was responsible for the villa’s landscaping and really needed this job to prepare the high expenses for her brother’s university education. By a twist of fate, they quickly became close friends, and An Ke especially cherished this hard-won friendship.
After carefully translating the text, here is the English version:
After thinking for several days, An Ke finally decided to visit Pei Xuanyan. Li Sao did not stop her, but wanted to follow her. In desperation, she thought of Chen Yun, whom she had just met. Thus, Chen Yun became An Ke’s nominal personal maid, following her everywhere while still giving her enough personal space.
The hospital had returned to normal operations, and An Ke easily saw Pei Xuanyan. When she pushed open the hospital room door, Pei Xuanyan was leaning against the bedhead, casually flipping through a business newspaper with one hand and holding a cigarette that was almost burnt out in the other.
