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As Wanwan watched Aunt Yang's pleading eyes, a warm surge flooded her heart again.
She pursed her lips, forced a smile, and said gently, "Aunt Yang, I don't think I'll be leaving now that I'm back this time."
"Really, really?"
Aunt Yang was so excited that she stuttered, "That's wonderful, Miss Qin, I've always been worried about Old Madam's health, afraid she might leave us with regrets..."
The word 'leave' was too hard for Aunt Yang to utter.
She turned her head away to wipe her tears.
Although Aunt Yang was a housemaid, she had been with the Mu Mansion for decades, always by Old Madam's side.
Old Madam Mu was not a harsh person, almost like her own family.
Since Old Madam had fallen ill, Aunt Yang had been taking care of her with all her might.
Wanwan nodded, her eyes gentle and tranquil as she looked at the Old Madam lying on the bed.
Gently holding the withered hand of the Old Madam, she said, "Really."
