"Yes, yes, Tie Tou would definitely be willing," Mo Wu clutched Mo Yan's hand excitedly, her eyes reddening once more, "Our family has done so many things to wrong you; I never expected that even with such good fortune, you'd still think of your cousin. I, I don't know how to thank you properly."
"Aunt by marriage, such a small favor is nothing, there's no need for this."
Mo Yan clasped her trembling hand, feeling the roughness and cracks in the palm, and felt ashamed for the hesitation that had come before.
This honest and even somewhat weak woman had once used these very hands to provide the previous host with warmth. Yet Mo Yan had, mindful of Old Man Mo and others, turned a blind eye to the woman's plight, which was truly not right.
Mo Wu covered her mouth, unable to speak for a long time, her feelings toward Mo Yan reduced to nothing but gratitude.
