Yunhui approached Uncle Yun at a slow pace. With every short step she took, she scrutinized him closely. The way her clear, innocent eyes fixed on him nearly drowned him in a sense of unbearable shame.
In his entire life, the person he had wronged the most was Yunhui. Leaving her stranded and defenseless in Yunxi Lane, to face a family legacy spanning over a century all by herself, with no one to help her.
"Since you're back, go on in and take a look," Yunhui said.
"You don't hate me?"
"Hating people is too tiring; it's unnecessary. It's good that you're back. You should live in Yunxi Lane from now on."
"Don't move out," Uncle Yun couldn't help but urge. "Miss Ya Rui has been eyeing Yunxi Lane. If you leave, she'll immediately claim it and the Chu Family Embroidery House for herself. And the embroidery manual in Old Mrs. Chu's possession? Are you willing to just hand it over to someone else?"
Yunhui almost laughed. "Is this why you came back?"