"A young girl like you with little money wouldn't fare well." The aunt continued to nag, "And staying here means constant cleaning, so tiring!"
"Yes, yes, I got it, Sister Des." Jiawen placed her hand on Des's shoulder and promised with a beaming smile, "I'll follow your arrangements!"
Des glanced at the delicate, boneless little hand on her shoulder and sighed, "Ah, if only my child had been born ten years earlier... what a pity."
Jiawen blinked her eyes, then covered her mouth and chuckled, "Yes, what a pity."
Aunt Des gave her a look as if to say something, but was interrupted by a hurried knock at the door…
"Is there anyone in there?" The person outside asked cautiously. Judging from the voice, it was an older man.
"Who is it?" Des was stunned for a moment, then loudly asked with her characteristic big voice, "Who is knocking at a young lady's door?!"
"Young lady?