After all, although her uncle was related by blood, he was, in the end, a grown man.
He simply didn't understand what a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl liked or cared about.
But her aunt knew all about these things; she was even like a good confidante, secretly sharing some little secrets with her, and telling her some tips about life and romance.
Su Muxue had lost her mother at a young age, and didn't have any sisters, but her aunt made her feel both cherished by an elder and like someone with whom she could whisper confidences.
Su Muxue also thought that since her aunt and uncle had a good relationship, she could be good relatives with her aunt for a lifetime.
But then—
"Auntie, I'm sorry! I, I—"
Su Muxue bowed deeply, her voice thick with emotion, as she solemnly apologized to He Tiantian.
"Muxue, why are you apologizing to me?"
He Tiantian's voice was gentle, even carrying a hint of confusion.
