"But like Senior Sister said, you have lost so many things along the way, in your hometown and at Tong Fu's house, your fingers, your voice, your eyes, everything is the same. Only when you came to Jianze did you gain something, Master.

Dear, we senior sisters don’t want anything from you, we are more like family.”

Zhao Qingxiu wrote softly:

[Second Senior Sister said, Jianze doesn’t want anything from me, but I feel a little uncomfortable]

"What's uncomfortable?"

She sniffed:

【Jianze wants everything from me】

Yu Nianyuan frowned and hesitated: "Why do you have such thoughts..."

Zhao Qingxiu wiped her face, smiled slightly, and continued to write:

[So Senior Sister, do you want them to choose again? Do you believe that they will choose to sell me like they did before?]

Yu Nianyuan could not deny it and said softly:

"Seventh Junior Sister actually wants to give it a try, right?"

Zhao Qingxiu answered without hesitation:

[I don’t want to try, and there is no need to try, because I know the result. I know Tanlang will definitely choose me. When that incident happened, he and I were still young. He was bedridden, unconscious, and couldn’t help himself at home.

Call the shots, but it’s different now]

She wrote on the table with her index finger:

【Now that he is here, I am not afraid】

Yu Nianyuan asked:

"Seventh Junior Sister, you always think too highly of people. If his aunt hadn't chosen you, would she still have made the same choice as before? For the sake of his nephew's future, he once again did not hesitate."

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head and insisted on writing:

[Aunt Zhen is Aunt Zhen, and Tanlang is Tanlang. They are different, so how can they be the same]

[Tan Lang said that if anything happens, he and I will face it together. Second Senior Sister, you still don’t understand]

Yu Nianyuan looked at it, her brows furrowed, and she saw Zhao Qingxiu laughing while writing:

[Tan Lang said that as long as two people are together, it is home. There is a difference between 'home' and 'one person'. If a family can face it together, what can it do without one person?

Zhao Qingxiu's little face glowed with a brilliance that Yu Nianyuan couldn't quite understand:

【Home, no one should be missing】

Yu Nianyuan, who had been talking bitterly for a long time, fell silent.

Yu Nianyuan looked straight at Zhao Qingxiu, as if he finally understood the seventh junior sister's determination.

She suddenly said:

"Then you have to choose the second path."

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head:

[Second Senior Sister, I told you not to choose. You ask Senior Sister to come and I will tell her]

Yu Nianyuan couldn't help but ask again:

"You trust him so much? What on earth did he tell you?"

Zhao Qingxiu smiled slightly and wrote:

[Tanlang didn't say anything, he just did it]

After looking at her for a while, Yu Nianyuan reluctantly looked away.

She looked to the side, her pretty face tightened, half bored, half coldly warning:

"You don't have to go back with me, but in the eyes of Senior Sister, you just chose the second path. I'm not sure what she will do next, and I can't stop it. Seventh Junior Sister, you... don't regret it."

【No regrets】

After Zhao Qingxiu finished writing, she suddenly smiled and ran to the kitchen.

Yu Nianyuan frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

[After eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles, when I was just talking, my senior sister’s stomach was almost ringing]

"...?"

The conversation broke down, and Yu Nianyuan originally had a cold and indifferent look on her face. When she heard the words, the corners of her lips twitched fiercely.

"Don't do this."

Yu Nianyuan waved his hands angrily.

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to be deaf and still went to the kitchen.

Yu Nianyuan stood still and did not move to stop him.

She pursed her lips and glanced sideways at the back of Seventh Junior Sister who was diligently cooking.

About two quarters of an hour later.

A bowl of steaming hot spring noodles sprinkled with spring flowers was placed in front of Yu Nianyuan.

Zhao Qingxiu took off her apron and sat across the table. She put her hands on the table and supported her chin. Her eyes covered with ribbons seemed to be "looking" at her.

Yu Nianyuan didn't move his chopsticks.
Chapter completed!