She wore a brown coat today and her hair was tied up into a bun. She looked very young and the pair of pearl earrings on her earlobes made her look elegant and intellectual. She was over 30 years old. Even though she had lost the charm of a young lady, she exuded the allure of a mature woman.
"Are you sick? Why are you here at the hospital?" I looked at her and said with a smile.
She smiled and shook her head slightly. She walked to my side and said, "No, it's my boyfriend's mother. He and I came to visit her. I was about to ask you where Anne's ward is and bring my boyfriend over to visit her."
During the conversation, Yana's boyfriend's black Volkswagen was parked on the roadside. He looked at us with a smile.
Yana looked at me and said, "Where are you going? We'll give you a ride. It's hard to hail a taxi at this time. Plus, I can introduce him to you. Otherwise, it'll be awkward when you see him in the future."
I was stunned. Then, I looked at the man and said with a smile, "I'm heading to the airport. It's quite far away. Let's meet another day to have dinner together."
"It doesn't matter. It just so happens that we have nothing to do today. I'll go with you. I can talk to you on the way. You have a lot of things going on recently, so we haven't had dinner for a long time." Yana said. She pulled me into the car and sat in the back seat with me.
After getting in the car, she looked at her boyfriend and said, "Ethan, let's go to the airport."
He nodded and started the car.
Yana pulled my arm and said, "This is my boyfriend, Ethan. He's a programmer."
He looked back at me and smiled brightly.
I nodded, "Just a friend from Asherton. It's freezing out there and it's hard to hail a cab. She didn't wear enough layers to withstand the cold."
She nodded, "I think I have some clothes in the car." She then said to Ethan, who was driving in front of her, "Ethan, did you bring home the clothes I put in the trunk last time?"
Ethan was driving the car. He shook his head and said, "Not yet. There were too many things happening in the past two days. I forgot."
She pursed her lips and said with dissatisfaction, "You forget everything I told you. Ugh, never mind!" She looked at me and smiled, "Your friend must be female. If she doesn't mind, she can wear my clothes. Winter in Jarold City is terrible. We don't want her to get frostbite."
I nodded. The Yana now seemed to be different from the Yana I knew. She used to be elegant and difficult to approach. But now, Yana had a little more outgoing aura, which made her very approachable.
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