Maternal Aunt Liu's maid, Chun Xiu, came forward to clean up the porcelain shards on the floor and helped Maternal Aunt Liu up, urging, "Maternal Aunt, please get up, the ground is cold. It's a good thing that Maternal Aunt Zhao moved out, you should look on the bright side."
Having calmed down from his initial rage, Ye Hongyang said, "Hurry and get up. Even if you were to cry to death here, no one would care. Why mistreat yourself and make your body suffer?"
Maternal Aunt Liu, with tears in her eyes, stood up with the help of Chun Xiu and sat on the kang bed.
Ye Hongyang took the handkerchief from Maternal Aunt Liu's hand, held it in his own, and as he wiped her tears, he comforted her, "There, there, that scourge is a woman after all, and she will have to get married someday. When that happens, her husband's family will restrain her, and we'll be better off. Father and Mother are getting old and are inevitably confused. Don't be sad because of that."
