"Exactly, I don't have much to do at home, so I bought some things you could use. It was also a nice excuse to go shopping and chat with your fourth aunt."
This child's fate had been rough from the start, raised by wolves, one might say. Thinking about it made their hearts ache; as parents themselves, they could hardly imagine the suffering he had endured. If it had been their own children, they might have died of sorrow. Now that he had finally returned, without a mother by his side, and even though his father was excellent, he wouldn't be as meticulous. Naturally, they felt compelled to take good care of her.
"Hehe," Qinghe smiled, a lift at the corners of her mouth. She knew very well who was good to her.
When it was time to start school, Gu Che and Qinghe stood helplessly looking at their not inconsiderable piles of luggage. They weren't going abroad, nor were they students from far-flung places. It was unnecessary to bring so much stuff.
