Juxu ran upstairs, thumping away with the red envelope in hand. I suspect she’s going to tuck it under her pillow again.
Her pillow is her treasure chest. Underneath it lie hair ribbons, photos, stickers, trinkets... She even keeps the sachet Brother Qi gave her, long after its scent has faded. Fortunately, Mother Zhang Er is diligent about washing and changing the linens; otherwise, I’d truly fear that lifting her pillow would reveal a cockroach scuttling out.
Juyan sat on the sofa, turning the red envelope over and over in his hands.
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