"Hmm, whatever you say."
As long as she could maintain a facade of normalcy through the Yuanxiao Festival. Before Yuanxiao, she didn't want them to know about her health condition because she didn't want everyone to be overshadowed by sadness and sorrow during the festival.
From the locked box, Chen Xiangyu unearthed an old black-and-white photograph and a small quilt that had already yellowed but was still well-preserved.
The person in the photo was a newborn baby, wrapped in the little quilt, with closed eyes, and both the face and eyes were red.
Chen Xiangyu lovingly touched the photograph with a smile, her eyes revealing the unique gentle glow of maternal love. This was a photo of Si Ye when he was a child, the only one she had, always carefully preserved and afraid to take out, lest it get damaged.
The small quilt was originally used to wrap him. When Liao Xu took him away, nothing was kept, everything was replaced with new things.
