Even though the silver hairpin wasn't new, it was clearly carefully cleaned, and the style was somewhat old-fashioned—it was probably really tough to give it away, definitely heart-wrenching.
"Mother…" Hua Jin held the silver hairpin and looked at her mother.
"Put it away," Mrs. Qi said.
Over the years, all the gifts she had sent back to her family in terms of silver coins were worth more than several silver hairpins.
"Yes, yes," hearing her mother say that, Hua Jin had no burden and put it away.
Although the silver hairpin wasn't heavy, it was quite good, especially since it came from her stingy grandmother—she had to take it.
Just thinking about her grandmother's pained expression, Hua Jin felt satisfied. Who told her to treat her mother poorly, always thinking of extracting value from her daughter?
The gifts from her uncles were slightly less valuable, with all three families coming together to give a piece of barely sufficient fabric.
