"She?" Daniel paused and chuckled. "She's not a relative of mine. She's my aunt's student."

"Anya..." Maisie pronounced her name, tracing the photo with her fingertips and couldn't help but smile. "She's really beautiful."

Daniel hurriedly said, "You're beautiful too."

Maisie pushed him lightly, looking coy. "She's your aunt's student, so is she also a playwright?"

"Yes," Daniel explained, "I know very little about her, but I've heard she was a talented writer and playwright. However, she kept a low profile, maintained a mysterious persona to the outside world, and hadn't produced many works. Hence, very few people know this name."

"Does she still write books?" Maisie asked curiously.

Daniel shook his head and replied, "She was troubled by love later on and seemed quite distressed over a man. My aunt was disappointed in her and never contacted her again."

"And then?"

then... she passed away." Daniel drew Maisie close, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "I don't know about her, actually. You can ask my aunt in person if you want to know

before she lowered

want to find a suitable opportunity to introduce you

looked a bit

Whitney is like my mom, even closer than my mom. You know, my parents passed away

in the Quimby Group were watching me closely. It was my aunt and uncle who came out to stabilize the

bring you

nodded, understanding. Daniel's aunt would

"Is Aunt Whitney... easy to get

"What if she isn't?"

"In a big family like

hesitate, firmly

surprised Daniel a

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