In the small western-style building.

The butler's fat body stood in front of Yang Muya and leaned respectfully, "Miss, that girl is here again, saying that she must see you, otherwise she won't give up."

As the housekeeper said, he handed the note he found at the back door to Yang Muya.

Yang Muya was startled, calmly and gracefully raised his hand, took the note in the butler's hand, looked at the beautiful handwriting on it, couldn't help but smile.

"The young little girl's exaggerated statement. If she really made her wait for a day, she might not be able to bear it, so don't worry about it."

"Miss, this girl may be different. She waited at the back door for one night yesterday, and only left this morning. Here comes again..."

Speaking of Xia Changyue, the butler's expression was a bit tangled.

He has lived for most of his life. He doesn't dare to say that he can see through who is pretending and who is real.

But at least, the basic feeling is there.

The girl's eyes were very clean, and the resolute light in her eyes, like her eldest when she was young, she looked like a stubborn temper who dared to love and hate.

Maybe she can really hold on...

"She waited at the back door all night alone?" Yang Muya was stunned, and immediately glanced at the note in her hand.

The note should be written in a hurry, but by looking at the handwriting, you can see a little bit of practice in calligraphy. A person's handwriting bears a little bit of his temperament.

The strength of this girl's pen is indeed stubborn.

"Even if she waits for another week, I won't see her, and you don't need to pay attention to it. If she can't wait for someone, naturally she won't come again." Yang Muya's eyes flashed, and finally she grabbed the note in her hand. It became a ball of paper and threw it into the trash can.

"How is the arrangement for the worship?"

"All arrangements have been made. In order to prevent someone from going to the cemetery to disturb the master, the worship is arranged on the day before the death day." The butler said respectfully.

"After the worship is over, book the air ticket for me the next day, and I want to go out." Yang Muya opened her lips lightly, but there was a kind of persistence in her eyes.

"Miss, more than twenty years have passed, and after so long, maybe the person you are looking for is already..."

"No matter what, I want a result. Whether it's the end or the beginning, you don't have to persuade me. If you can't find it, I won't give up."

Yang Muya had finished speaking, and without giving the housekeeper any more opportunity, she stood up straight and walked upstairs.

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"Why no one has come to open the door yet? Didn't you hear the doorbell?" Xia Changyue kicked the pebble beside her feet uncomfortably.

After waiting for ten minutes, no one came out, and couldn't help but raise his hand and press the doorbell.

The petite body is stuck to the door panel, listening to the movement inside.

The whole backyard was quiet, let alone the sound of footsteps, even the crickets' calls were gone...

Just want to meet someone, why is it so hard?

"Guru—" her little belly cried.

She stretched out her hand to cover her belly and she remembered that she was in a hurry and forgot to eat dinner.

It was dark at the moment, and she would rather be hungry than go out alone.

But really hungry...

Xia Changyue swallowed vigorously and squatted down holding her belly.

She didn't sleep for two days and one night, and she looked at the papers for another day today, and her eyes were a little blurred.

But she can't give up. She must see Yang Muya and beg her to help Yan Chengchi...