Every compartment had something in it – combs, earrings, silver hairpins, bracelets. Qiao Mai couldn't help but laugh.
She bent down and opened another box. Inside were rolls of fabric, the worst being fine cotton, along with a few pieces of satin.
Opening yet another box, there were various colors of gauze, perfect for use in the summer.
In another box was an entire set of porcelain dishes – new plates and bowls.
Opening another box, there was more porcelain – several exquisite tea sets.
In another box was a decorative piece. It seemed like Wang Jiaru had prepared things missing from Qiao Mai's house.
In the last box were paper, brushes, and ink – Well, at least Qiao Mai wouldn't need to buy these for the next six months.
The items weren't very valuable, but they were what her family needed at the moment. Wang Jiaru had really put thought into it.
When Yuan Jiaqi returned, he carried a basket into the house.
"What's this?"
