Chu Yuehong had followed Chu Xiangyi since she was young; she had long regarded Chu Xiangyi as her own elder sister.
If it weren't for Chu Xiangyi, she would have starved to death on the streets as a child.
Chu Xiangyi was not only her sister but also her benefactor.
If Chu Xiangyi didn't leave Du Manor, she wouldn't leave either.
"Yuehong, listen to me. You should go."
Chu Xiangyi knew she wasn't a good elder sister. Over the years, she had owed Chu Yuehong too much.
"If we're leaving, then we'll leave together," Chu Yuehong said.
"I won't leave. Xiangyi-jiejie, if we're leaving, let's go together!" Chu Yuehong insisted, her tone resolute.
Chu Xiangyi said, "In life, I belong to Master Du; in death, I'll be his ghost. No matter what, I won't leave this place."
Even if she couldn't have him, she wouldn't leave.
Chu Yuehong said, "Then I won't leave either!"
Chu Xiangyi sighed. "Yuehong, you're making me feel burdened, not moved. I'll always feel like I'll never repay you."
