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The next morning, after breakfast, Lin Chuxia, along with Zhao Yulan, Zhao Yuying, Old Master Zhao, Old Lady Zhao, and her eldest uncle's family, bid their farewells and headed for their respective homes.
Once they left the village, there was a stretch of road where both parties walked together, and Zhao Yuying kept sighing and apologizing to Zhao Yulan, although she had already said a basketful of apologies the night before.
"Sister, if you keep this up, I'll actually get annoyed," Zhao Yulan sincerely looked at her eldest sister, "We are sisters. Don't I know what you're like? As for Meifeng, wanting a good life isn't wrong. I don't blame her."
Chuxia quietly pursed her lips. Wanting a good life wasn't wrong, but it shouldn't be at the expense of someone else's happiness. Humph, she would remember this—Wang Meifeng shouldn't expect any favors from her, Lin Chuxia, in this lifetime!
