After cleaning up the bodies, Yun You still picked up the bank card from the blood stains.
As the saying goes, make the most of things; even though this money comes from a not-so-clean place, Yun You won't mind.
She's not that high and mighty to turn down cold, hard cash.
However, Yun You did not directly put this money into her own pocket; instead, she quietly transferred the money to another person.
The writer's mother.
Yun You had seen the old woman before; she was over eighty years old, living alone in a communal apartment, and could only survive by collecting garbage on a daily basis.
But she was a decent person, just like the writer, who had helped Yun You out in her time of need, bringing her a few steamed buns... a few bundles of noodles. Although it wasn't much, it was the best they could do.
The mother and son lived a tough life, and now with the writer's untimely death, the grandmother's future days were sure to be even harder...
