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"It's fine. I should have said sorry." Han Yi'er guiltily said as she picked up the package of medicine and started to boil it in the fire.

"Hehe, did you get it for the old master?"

"Yeah." He smiled faintly.

"You're so kind to the old master …"

Aunt Zhang's words were not hard to understand. Han Yi'er awkwardly withdrew her smile and said, "Aren't you supposed to be a servant?"

"Of course? "What do you mean by 'should'?" Suddenly, Aunt Zhang's tone rose by a few notches, making her puzzled. But then, Aunt Zhang tightened her throat. "Hehe, if only I had a filial daughter like you."

Facing the contrast between Aunt Zhang's words and hers, Han Yi'er's nervous heart finally calmed down. She stared at the fire and said, "Don't say that. With a kind mother like you, your child will definitely be more filial and filial than me."

"Haha …" Aunt Zhang sighed, her eyes filled with sadness. "I have no children …"

She turned around quickly and looked at Aunt Zhang guiltily. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." He smiled amiably and reached out his hand to caress Han Yi'er's forehead, "I came here for the Yun Family at the age of twenty-four. At that time, we weren't even married yet."

Ah?

Aunt Zhang …

He sacrificed too much for the Yun Family, right? You're not married yet?

"Alright, now that you've made the porridge, you can go and rest. I'll go and get busy with other tasks first."

Aunt Zhang was about to turn around and leave when Han Yi'er hugged her tightly from behind. "Aunt Zhang, if you don't mind, you can treat me as your daughter …"

To this sentence, he was sure that it was not sympathy, but something that came from the bottom of his heart …

She knew that she was lonely, but she had been alone for decades. What kind of pain was that?

She could not change anything, nor could she persuade Aunt Zhang. Her only hope was that Aunt Zhang would no longer be alone with her. Since she could not return to her mother's side, she could at least obtain the love of this "mother" in front of her …

"Silly girl, why would I dislike you?" After being alone for so many years, she finally had a daughter. Even though she wasn't his biological daughter, he would definitely love her very much. After thinking it through, Aunt Zhang turned around and hugged Han Yi'er tightly …

The next morning, after Aunt Zhang's repeated requests for Han Yi'er to stay in the sick room for two days, she still did not know that it was Yun AoTian's doing. She was afraid that Yun Ao would know that something bad was going to happen to Aunt Zhang.

The door was opened, but there was an empty room on the other side …

It didn't look like it had been occupied by anyone. Whose room would it be?

Aunt Zhang?

As she was sizing up the room, she was suddenly attracted by a pile of old newspapers and cameras on the table. Just as she was about to step into the room, she heard a shriek from afar …

Han Yi'er quickly ran down the stairs. There were a few maids standing in a pile, and in the middle of them was Little Xuan!

"Little Xuan!" He anxiously ran over and saw that Little Xuan's hands were bleeding. "This is?"

"Little Xuan got cut while wiping the glass."

Phew...

She relaxed halfway, but in order to prevent the wound from getting infected, she held onto Little Xuan's hand and quickly ran to the bathroom. She then busied herself looking for some ointment for Little Xuan.

As for Little Xuan …

Yet, he was completely stupefied …

"Xuan, are you feeling better?" Han Yi'er asked her with concern like an elder sister.

"I don't understand …" Little Xuan whispered, her eyes filled with doubt.

"What?" Ye Zichen looked at Little Xuan curiously, but didn't understand what she meant.

"I don't understand! Why are you so cold in front of Young Master, yet warm to me while carrying Young Master's back? " Little Xuan asked for the first time in his life, "Tell me, Yi'er, do you hate me?"

"..." No... No...

She understood what Little Xuan was asking her. She was asking herself if she had made a small report with the young master, and was afraid that Little Xuan would take revenge on her. That was why she was carrying the young master on her back.

It wasn't that, he had never hated Little Xuan!

Looking at Little Xuan's sincere and urgent eyes, she wanted to explain, but the words stuck in her throat …

'Sorry, sorry, Little Xuan … '

'Maybe you hate me now, but maybe if you do that, you won't get hurt by me... '

Without explaining anything, Han Yi'er disappeared from Little Xuan's sight …

And at this moment, Little Xuan's pair of innocent eyes were slowly engulfed by hatred …

Sitting in the courtyard, Han Yi'er's delicate body was being blown by the biting cold wind …

He raised his head and sighed, wondering if he had done the right thing.

Should he really ruthlessly reject Little Xuan's friendship?

He shouldn't have hesitated, he already did it, so there's no need to regret it …

"Isn't it cold standing there?"

The voice came from a small window on the inclined side. Han Yi'er looked over and saw that it was the distant morning light. "I'm fine."

"Be careful of your cold again."

"Hehe …" "Oh yeah, did any of the people living on the second floor belong to the newspaper?" For some unknown reason, when she saw the ancient camera and the old newspaper, Han Yi'er's first reaction was that it was the room of the people who worked at the newspaper in the past!

Yao Chen Guang thought for a moment. After all, he had only been here for a short two years, so he definitely did not know about this. "I don't know. You should come back and ask Aunt Zhang."

"Oh." Aunt Zhang had been here for so many years, she might know a lot of things. "Who lives in my room on the second floor and the room opposite mine?"

"It's Butler Li. You don't even know this?"

Housekeeper Li?

Wasn't Steward Li a steward in the past? Working for a newspaper? Then he became a housekeeper? An indescribable nervousness enveloped Han Yi'er's entire body.

"Then …" Oh right, I forgot that Yao Dawn Guang didn't stay here for long. When he came back, he should ask Aunt Zhang, "Thank you, I went to deliver some food to Master."

"Yi'er …"

Just as she was about to run away, Yao Morning Light awkwardly called out to her, "Ah?"

"Call me in the future …" Is Morning Light okay? " His fair cheeks instantly turned rosy.

"Right." With a faint smile, Han Yi'er ran into the kitchen with the third dish of porridge and walked nervously towards Old Master Yun's room …

This is the third dose...

He didn't know if it would be able to awaken Old Master Yun …

As he prayed in his heart, he carefully blew on the soup within the spoon. "Uncle Yun, it's time to eat." After feeding it into Uncle Yun's mouth, her expression was filled with gentleness.

He was about to finish feeding the porridge, but Old Master Yun …

Haha, how could there be such a useful medicine?

It wasn't a divine medicine!