What mattered to Lin Xiang wasn't the money.
She could earn a lot herself.
But after Cheng Jinyun got some money, he registered all the assets under her name. This care, this concern, how could it not move her?
Having been single all her life, suddenly being loved so intently by someone, Lin Xiang couldn't quite describe the feeling, only that her heart felt full, overflowing with happiness.
In the blink of an eye, it was the fifth day of the new year.
The night before, Mrs. Lin had already prepared everything needed for the memorial service. As soon as dawn broke, she woke Lin Xiang and Cheng Jinyun.
"We're going to your father's grave first; when we get back, we need to hurry to the train station. Time is tight, we can't afford any delays."
Mr. Lin was buried on the hillside out back. In those days, elaborate graves weren't common, so there was just a mound of earth.
