Wisteria in Bloom, Faint Ink Traces

One woman: “What... Miss, you can't do this! You promised to give me back my indenture! Sob, sob...”

One man: “Mm, let go. Your miss is gone. From today on, you'll be the child's auntie, and my... well, um, my secondary wife...”

One woman: “Um, I think I'd rather keep being a maid...”

One man: “That won't do. I can't go against someone else's dying wish. Besides, you're not the sort to betray your mistress.”

This is my debut novel, and I really can't come up with a tempting blurb. In short, it's a story about an ancient man and a woman who transmigrated. This story has no golden finger, no supernatural powers, and no pocket dimension. There is a little angst.