But if you look closely, what is written are actually two characters: Yaya.
"My nickname is Erya. So, the name on it must be Yaya. My sister is Daya..."
Before the elderly could finish speaking, Zhang Yun's eyes were already moist.
The engraving on my mother's jewelry was very clear. Indeed, it bore that name: "I never understood what it meant. In our hardest of times, my mother refused to sell this pair of gold earrings. Now, I finally understand her intentions. However, I don't understand why she never disclosed a word of this to me back then?"
"You've never experienced it. Naturally, you wouldn't know of this tragic past; it's heart-wrenching just to think of. After leaving home, your mother must have also undergone hardships and then, for some reasons, married your father!" The elder could imagine it.
My sister was kind and ambitious - to give herself in marriage to a man worlds apart could only be out of great adversity or immense gratitude for being rescued.
