Shen Jiayin listened carefully.
Second Aunt You stopped, gently brushed her hand over her hair, and the tenderness of the gesture made Shen Jiayin suddenly feel a hint of her mother's touch. After all, Second Aunt You's age was closer to her mother's than Grandma Shen's, if her mother were still alive.
Second Aunt You's hand reached the ends of her hair and paused: "When you didn't have a partner before, I, like your grandma, worried for you. I thought maybe one day, if you were really unlucky and had to choose the same path as me—fortunately, fortunately, that's not the case. Thank God."
"Second Aunt." Shen Jiayin looked at her with her bright, shiny eyes.
