"Chuyi, you must accept it!" Aunt Xia said emotionally.
As she spoke, Aunt Xia stuffed the box into Xia Chuyi's hands.
Holding this small red box, Xia Chuyi felt a twinge of sourness in her nose.
"Thank you, Aunt," Xia Chuyi said.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Xia replied, "No, we should thank you, Chuyi. Thank you for still being willing to recognize me and your uncle."
Xia Chuyi immediately shook her head and said, "I've said it before, you will always be my uncle and aunt."
Those words seemed to act like a switch, bringing tears to Aunt Xia's eyes again.
"Alright, I won't make you cry," Aunt Xia suddenly said, "Otherwise, you'll have to redo your makeup."
"As for your uncle, today there are many guests here for you, so he might not come up to congratulate you personally."
"In any case, Chuyi, remember, you will always be our niece!"
After saying this, Aunt Xia left the dressing room with eyes red from crying.
Not long after Aunt Xia left, Mrs. Ou came in.
