There are so many memories in this house, Zhao Yiru did indeed feel heartache and also hoped that the future homeowner would take good care of this house.
At night, when Shen Ruoxi came home, Zhao Yiru told her about the house.
"Ruoxi, now that the house has been sold, you don't have to worry anymore. It's just that we'll have to trouble you to stay with your uncle for a while. When we have more money, we can look for another house."
It was really her mother who was inconvenienced because of her, and Shen Ruoxi's eyes reddened a bit.
"Mom, it's all my fault for not being capable enough to give you a better life."
"You silly child, don't I know my own situation?"
It was her illness that had been a burden to Shen Ruoxi. Now she was still so concerned about her own body. If it had been someone else's child, they probably would have been unable to bear it by now.
In Shen Ruoxi's heart, Zhao Yiru would always be her mother; she had to protect her.
