"Liuying, you should take this set of clothes and the photo album back with you, you can keep them for yourself!"
As Su Qing's hand stroked the clothes, her face was etched with reluctance; she had always treasured these items.
Seeing her expression, Su Liuying smiled and said, "Mother Su, you should keep them! If I want to look at them, you can just take them out for me. Besides, if I kept them myself and lost them, what would I do then?"
"All right then, Mother Su will keep them safe for you. If your family ever comes to find you, you'll be able to look back at what you looked like as a child."
With care, Su Qing wrapped the clothes and photo album in red cloth again and stored them in the corner of the wardrobe before taking out the bed sheets and duvet cover.
"Mother Su, let me do it!"
Su Liuying took over the bedsheet, carefully spread it, and then slipped the cover onto the duvet.
