"Sigh, hopefully it can happen." Dongyang glanced at the tightly closed door, then turned to ask Yang Chuxia, "Is Yueyue and Qingqing really coming over?"
"They're coming. In a few days, it's Brother An's birthday. They come every year around this time."
"Oh right, I actually forgot about that." Dongyang patted her head. "My brain hasn't been working well lately."
"You're worried sick about Huarong."
"How can I not be worried? What will happen to her in the future?" Dongyang sighed deeply, "Even if my Mu Residence can support her for a lifetime, when Chengcheng and the others are all married, she'll still be alone. It's heartbreaking."
"..."
After Commandery Princess Dongyang and Yang Chuxia left, the door was opened from the inside. The maid glanced out and then closed the door again.
"Miss, madam still cares for you."
"Are you sure?" She glanced at the maid and continued reading the book in her hand.
The maid's words stirred no ripple in her heart.
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