She clenched the jade in her hand tightly and finally put the jade back into the box. No matter what, she really didn’t want to sell this jade. She wanted to keep it for her daughter. She was a useless mother, she couldn’t leave anything for her daughter. There was only this jade and another identity. In the future, this jade might be able to save her daughter’s life. When she was at the end of her rope, this might be her last way out.
She put the jade away again and stuffed it into the corner of the cabinet.
It did not matter. She encouraged herself. How she lived in the past, what she could do now. She believed that she would definitely be able to raise her daughter.
Let’s go, Huanhuan. Mommy will take you out to buy milk powder.
