Sang Huaiyuan couldn't eat anything and said worriedly, "Didn't you eat well at noon? Why did you throw up again?"

Xiao Li looked apologetic and explained, "Miss Ye helped me with the massage at noon so that I could eat well. It's my fault for being so stupid; I just can't learn it no matter how hard I try."

"It's alright, that girl will come again tomorrow. Let her teach you again, and we'll learn slowly," the old lady comforted her gently.

Sun Qiuyun asked curiously, "Is it the girl who sells Ganoderma lucidum? I heard Master Chang say that she often comes here."

The old lady smiled as she thought of Ye Qingqing. "Yes, that's the girl, Ye Qingqing. Her fiancé has a house here and comes over every day."

"So, this girl's fiancé's family is quite well-off, why would she risk her life to gather herbs?" Sun Qiuyun found it strange.

The old lady said, "After all, they're not married yet. The girl certainly wouldn't want to spend her fiancé's money. Besides, her fiancé has a leg disability, yet Qingqing still stays by his side. I really like this little girl. She's beautiful, sensible, and has a good personality."

Sang Huaiyuan also laughed, "Mom, you and this girl are quite destined. I'd like to meet this little girl someday. What you've said has piqued my curiosity."

“I’d like to meet her too. Just based on her unwavering devotion to her fiancé, she must be a good person,” Sun Qiuyun said with a smile.

The family chatted about Ye Qingqing while eating. The old lady was in a good mood and unknowingly drank more than half a bowl of millet porridge. Sang Huaiyuan and Sun Qiuyun were very happy and deliberately led the old lady to talk about Ye Qingqing, hoping to get her to eat more.

"The first time I saw this girl, I thought she looked like your aunt. That day she was also wearing a red dress and walking on the tree-lined path. From a distance, she really looked like your aunt..."

The old lady was talking enthusiastically, so she asked Xiao Li to go upstairs to the study and bring over her old photo albums.

Xiao Li quickly took it over. The old lady had an excellent memory and soon found the photo that she missed. It showed a girl in a red dress with two pigtails walking on a tree-lined path with her back to the camera.

Lush sycamore trees, a fiery red dress, a beautiful young woman with a slender figure... it's like a serene oil painting.

The girl in the red dress couldn't see her face, but her back view really resembled Ye Qingqing. At first glance, one might think that Ye Qingqing had traveled back to the Republican era.

"Wow...it really looks just like it, exactly the same!" Xiao Li exclaimed.

The old lady laughed, "The back view is really similar, and this girl also loves to wear red dresses. I haven't seen her wear any other color these days. Just like your aunt, her favorite color is red dresses. Her closet is full of red dresses, it makes me dizzy."

Next to the photo of the girl in the red dress, there are several other photos of young girls, all of the same person, also wearing a red dress, and all front-facing. The girls are beautiful and elegant, some standing, some sitting, some turning their heads and smiling, they are extremely beautiful.

"Madam, is this your cousin?" Xiao Li asked curiously.

"Yes, that's my cousin. She grew up in my family and is closer to me than a biological sister. Sigh..." The old lady sighed.

Her poor cousin, her life is so hard!

Xiao Li asked in confusion, "She looks like Miss Ye from behind, but not from the front. Miss Ye is like fire, while your cousin is like water."

The old lady glanced at the young nanny in surprise. This summary was spot on. Her cousin was as gentle as water, which was why she had such a tragic fate and ultimately died young.

Sun Qiuyun was seeing her aunt's photos from when she was young for the first time. She was surprised to find that her aunt was so beautiful and vibrant when she was young, but later she became as withered and lifeless as a piece of firewood and eventually did not survive the turmoil.