At Jingxin Hut.
Gu Chaoyan had no idea what Mrs. Lin said about her as she was drinking the tea.
Qing had already done the packing and came pouring the tea for Gu Chaoyan.
As Lin Jiaxing came in, he happened to run into this beautiful scene. Suddenly, he thought of his deceased sister. Before his sister got married, she was like this too. She liked to sit in the room, drinking tea. If only she were still alive… Lin Jiaxing stopped thinking any more about that. He let out a sigh and walked into the room.
Seeing him walking in, Gu Chaoyan got up. "Hi, Uncle."
Lin Jiaxing's eyes were watering. He nodded with a smile and gave her the box in his arms.
The box was made of sanders, small, exquisite and well-weathered. Gu Chaoyan opened the box and took out the list. The paper felt very thick. She knew instantly how abundant her mother's dowries had been.
Her grandfather treated Gu Chaoyan's mother very nicely.
