Tears streamed down Sura's face as she spoke. As Ye Yinzhu looked down on the slightly damaged silver coin in his hand, he suddenly felt a tremendous weight.
Sura continued, "That woman was my mother, and the deceased eight-year-old boy was my twin brother. That day, I was always by my mother's side. I loathe myself for being powerless to protect my mother and having no money to cure my brother's illness. I fell in love with money from that day forward, promising to give my mother a better life. That day was also my first act of theft. The silver coin you hold was earned by my mother's blood, sweat, and tears to buy fruit for my brother. If my mother knew I stole, she'd be furious. As such, I could not allow the money she earned so painfully to fall into the hands of others. So from that year on, I kept this silver coin with me all the time, as a reminder of my mother's love."
"What happened next? What about your mother?" Ye Yinzhu compelled.
