Qin Yirou nagged a lot now but she could not be blamed. Any parent whose child was leaving them to go to senior high school—in Qin Yirou's case, her daughter was leaving her to another city—would behave the same way.
To Qin Yirou, no matter how extraordinary Yun Jian was previously, she was only her daughter—she was just a regular girl.
Although Yun Jian did not want to listen to Qin Yirou nag her, she felt warm and fuzzy inside. To be able to relish in a mother's love was a luxury to her in her previous life because she had already lost her mother.
To live again and have a great mother like Qin Yirou, Yun Jian felt that her rebirth was not in vain. She was even thankful that she could be reborn due to the sandalwood box back then.
"Here, here, I got the change." Worried that Yun Jian would leave without waiting for her, Qin Yirou rushed back downstairs and thrusted the change for the bus fare to Yun Jian's hand.
