Aunt Fu was startled, took it, covered her face, and her voice came through choked with sobs, "Madam..."
She could only utter that one word of exchange before falling silent.
Weilan's expression was calm, without much fluctuation, and she spoke quietly, "Aunt Fu, I'm not your enemy; there's no need for hostility just because Brother Hechen is with me now. He has never neglected you. As I've said before, if you're willing, you can also be my elder. There's no need for you to view me with enmity."
"Madam, I realize my mistake. From now on, it won't happen again," Aunt Fu said, wiping away her tears and looking at Weilan, speaking word by word with determination.
Only then did Weilan smile, nodding her head, "Good, go wash your face, and let's go have dinner."
"Yes!" Aunt Fu hurried to wash her face.
When she came out, Weilan reached out and took Aunt Fu's hand.
Aunt Fu stiffened, her eyes misting over with moisture.
She followed Weilan to the dining table.