Her older cousin, Song Yongyu, was very angry. She didn't care about the slap she got from her aunt and let her snatch the pieces of the letter from her hand.
She plopped herself onto the heated brick bed, saying, "Hmph, it's just a torn letter. If the person were here, I'd like to tear them apart."
Her aunt stared at the torn letter and scolded Song Yongyu, "Look at you now, where is the grace of a lady of a noble family?"
Older cousin Song Yongyu reddened her eyes, pouted, and said, "Where is there a noble lady, mom, don't you see what our family has become. Still a noble lady - hmph!"
The aunt raised her hand to slap Song Yongyu, but Su Xiaowan quickly stepped in to stop her, saying, "Eh, aunt, even though the letter is torn, it's not a big deal. Please don't get angry, it's just a letter."
"People choose to stay, we saw this coming long ago, so there's no reason to be angry now. However, cousin, I have to say, there are some things that can't be discussed at home now."
