"Jirou, is that you, Jirou?"
Qu Fulan looked up and saw a middle-aged woman above, also dressed in tea-picking attire, carrying a basket, her head wrapped in a kerchief, looking at her in disbelief.
Qu Fulan was sure she had never seen this woman before, but she could call out the original name. Could she be another acquaintance from the past?
The woman saw her confused expression and couldn't help but walk over excitedly, but a tall, elegant figure blocked her way. This person was handsome and noble, even in simple clothes, exuding an air of grandeur. The woman was startled but couldn't help but call out to Li Jirou.
"Jirou, I'm your mother's sister, Mrs. Li. Don't you remember me?"
Mrs. Li?
Qu Fulan quickly searched her mind for this person, and indeed she found her.
Li Jirou's mother was also surnamed Li, and had a sister named Li Xian who married a merchant. This Mrs. Li often visited the original owner's home and was very kind to her.
