"What happened next?" Lin Qiushu asked.
"Our family was poor and couldn't afford it. But my father loved my mother very much, and on her birthday, he sold the only two chickens we had at home and combined that with the savings from many years to buy her a bracelet," Zhang Yun said.
"Your father really loved your mother," Lin Qiushu sighed. "If I had a man who loved me like that, I'd be truly content!"
"Mom, you've never mentioned these things before," An Hao said, coming out of the kitchen after overhearing their conversation.
"Yes, it's a sad story," Zhang Yun said, recalling her parents' love story with a sigh.
"What happened after that? What about the bracelet? If your family spent all their money on these things, how did you manage to get by afterward?" Lin Qiushu was concerned about what happened next.
"My mother passed away not long after. Her life was very short, just a few decades. At that time, I was only eight or nine years old."
