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"Miaomiao, why did you say that?"

Rong Lan was shocked when she heard this. Worry and love intertwined in her affectionate eyes.

"Aunt, living, is really tiring …"

Jun Ximiao's eyes were pale, her last words desolate and pessimistic.

Rong Lan had long suspected that she was suffering from depression, and now that she heard this, she became even more certain of it.

This child had lived a life of luxury since he was young. He had not experienced any storms, and the biggest blow to him had been breaking up with his first love. But at that time, she didn't show any pessimism either.

When did depression really begin?

Did she have a tendency to break up with her first love boyfriend?

Rong Lan couldn't help but be vexed, blaming herself for not caring for her earlier.

"Sigh …"

With a heavy sigh, she raised her hand and caressed Jun Ximiao's pale cheek.

"Silly child, if you have any problems in your heart, you can tell aunt. Please don't have such pessimistic thoughts …"

"I just feel tired …"

Jun Ximiao looked at her with empty eyes, slowly losing focus …

How was this Sixth Miss's starlight shining Jun Family?

Rong Lan's heart sank little by little as tears once again appeared in the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, even if she continued to press on, Jun Ximiao probably wouldn't tell her the reason why she had such a mental knot in her heart.

She shook Jun Ximiao's hand and said in a tender voice.

"Miaomiao, if you're tired, then go to sleep. Be good …"

"Mm …"

It was unknown whether it was because of the medicinal liquid or because Jun Ximiao had long since fallen into a deep sleep. After a gentle "En", she closed her eyes.

Rong Lan waited for her to fall asleep before she slowly walked downstairs.

The personal doctor, Lu Qinghe, had yet to leave. Upon seeing her, he hurriedly stood up and greeted her with a respectful tone.

"First Madame …"

"Sit."

Rong Lan raised her hand at him.

When she sat down, she looked at him with a much more serious expression.

"Dr. Lu, as Ximiao's personal doctor, did you not notice her abnormality earlier?"

"First Madame, this is my fault. "Although I noticed something was wrong with Sixth Miss's mind before and suggested that her manager find her a reliable psychological counselor, but …"

Lu Qinghe said nervously.

"Since you sensed it, why didn't you report it to me?"

A trace of anger appeared on Rong Lan's face, and her voice turned stern.

"Sixth Miss, you're not allowed …"

Jun Ximiao was a bit cold and proud, and also a bit eccentric. Naturally, she did not want anyone else to know about this.

"…"

Rong Lan's expression turned grim as the weight on her heart suddenly increased by quite a bit.

"How about this, you immediately contact a trustworthy therapist. After Ximiao recuperates for two days, get her to conduct psychological counseling."

"Yes."

"You should go down and rest first. If there's anything you need, I'll call you over."

As soon as Rong Lan finished her sentence, a servant of Weilan's courtyard came over and reported respectfully.

"First Madame, Second Madam is here."

"Rong Yi?"

Rong Lan's brow creased, and shallow wrinkles emerged on her face.

"What is she doing here?"

Stunned, he restrained his emotions and spoke in a serious tone.

"Let her in."

"Yes."

Seeing this, Lu Qinghe stood up and retreated to the lounge to rest.

Rong Lan sat majestically on the sofa in the living room as her servant refilled her cup of tea.

The steam was drifting in the cold air, and Rong Lan's eyes were a little clouded.

Rong Yi woke up, the two sisters had never seen each other before.

At this moment, it would be impossible to say that he was not in the mood. Even if she was meditating in the buddhist hall during this period of time, she still wouldn't be able to have a heart as calm as water.

The sound of light footsteps could be heard as she slowly picked up a white porcelain teacup.

"Sis …"

Her gentle voice made Rong Lan's wrist tremble, and the white water in the cup rippled slightly.

"Why are you here so late?"

Rong Lan forced herself to calm down as she looked up and spoke in a friendly tone.

"I heard something happened to Miaomiao, so I came over to take a look."

A woman in a plain cotton dress ambled over and sat down on the sofa opposite her. Her gaze was amiable, her facial features delicate, and her face without a single wrinkle. Her black hair was casually tied up with an archaic wooden hairpin.

Compared to Rong Lan, who had a luxurious demeanor, she was clearly a lot more refined.

The two women from the Rong family had been the center of attention for many years. Even now, the two of them were still beauties. Especially Rong Yi. After being in a coma for so many years, she seemed to have taken some sort of preservative, not showing any signs of aging at all.

Rong Lan lightly sipped the warm water in her cup and suppressed the unease in her heart.

"Miaomiao is fine …"

"Sis, can I go up and see her?"

Rong Yi looked at her, her voice clear and gentle.

"She just fell asleep …"

Rong Lan replied softly as she held a teacup.

Rong Yi could tell that she was tactfully trying to stop him. He pursed his lips and smiled indifferently.

"Then I will wait a little longer …"

"It's so late, you don't have to wait any longer. Go back first."

Rong Lan placed the cup of water heavily on the tea table. Her tone was slightly cold.

There were some cracks that appeared after a period of time, and it was truly difficult to repair them.

In the past few days at the Buddhist Hall, she had been trying to convince herself that she should completely put aside those things from the past. However, perhaps those wounds were too deep, she could not let them go.

Some things were not baseless.

"Since I'm here, I might as well wait for Miaomiao to wake up and meet her before leaving."

Rong Yi replied with a slight smile.

A servant of the Weilan Courtyard served her some tea before she turned around and bowed to Rong Lan.

"First Madame, do I need to prepare some supper for you?"

"No need."

Lili decided, without even asking Rong Yi.

Rong Yi's face was still gentle, her eyelashes did not blink, and her clear black and white eyes were calm and composed.

Right now, she had already experienced a new life.

His character, which did not fight for it, became even more gentle.

Perhaps it was because they had her as a reference that they felt that Rong Lan was far inferior to her.

If there was no comparison, Rong Lan would be the best.

"…"

Rong Yi smiled at the servant, lowered her head, and picked up the teacup.

The two sisters didn't say anything.

The huge Weilan Courtyard suddenly quieted down.

Outside the window, it was dim. The street lamps were lit, and the scenery all around was enveloped in a quiet halo of light.

Jun Ximiao's agent, Le Hu, is an emergency public relations agent and has been paying close attention to the Internet for some time to see if there are any heated discussions on the Internet. Although Rong Lan had already given the order, there was no guarantee that someone with ulterior motives would betray the news.2

After changing into a clean set of clothes, the drenched assistant maid entered Jun Ximiao's bedroom and stayed close to her.

It was quiet upstairs and downstairs.

Rong Yi finished half the cup of tea, but Rong Lan still didn't say anything.

The air was somewhat cold.

"Big sister, why don't you go back and rest …"

"No need."

Before Rong Yi could finish her sentence, Rong Lan interrupted her with a cold voice.

"Big Sis, I have no other intentions."

The two sisters had not spoken for over twenty years. Who knew that they would open their mouths like this?

A trace of a shallow wound flashed across the corner of Rong Yi's eyes as she quietly replied.

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