"Fine," Qin Ru Hai said, simply recalling the past events. "This bracelet, you see, isn't actually passed down from my ancestors..."
Lin Qiushu's eyes widened a bit, her gaze fully fixed on Qin Ru Hai's face.
"I remember I was also about ten years old or so at that time? One day, my dad came back from selling goods outside, and without even caring for his meal, he called my mom into the room..."
He had heard arguing inside the room, so he pushed the door open just a crack and, through the gap, he saw the confrontation between his parents.
His mother sat on the bed with a flushed face, clearly unhappy.
