Narcissus Pavilion
Ji Ruyan stepped into the decor that was quite poetic in nature, not filled with expensive items, yet exuding a sense of tranquility.
Ji Ruyan smiled lightly, "Maternal Aunt Qiao, your place remains unchanged."
Maternal Aunt Qiao returned the smile gently, personally brewing a pot of floral tea, then poured a cup for Ji Ruyan, "My place isn't anything special, as you well know. After all these years, Sister Yan, don't you understand me?"
"In fact, through these years, I owe you these words: thank you. Of course, if it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have been able to get chicken soup on the day of my mother's childbirth."
Maternal Aunt Qiao's expression turned sad, "Sister Yan, don't be so formal, I just did what I could. Over the years, I've always urged the master, hoping he would send for you and bring you back. But..."
Would Ji Dongming bring her back?
She figured that even if she died and turned to ash, Ji Dongming wouldn't remember her.