In the evening, Qin Xiangyang fell asleep first, perhaps out of sheer exhaustion, or possibly because he was ill.
Qin Xiangnuan pulled the blanket over Qin Xiangyang, then placed her hand on his forehead. It seemed his fever had subsided, and only then did she allow herself to breathe a sigh of relief. Today, she had no intention of selling pancakes; as long as the Qin Family's issues remained unresolved, her mind would be occupied.
The fire pit emitted a cozy warmth. Even though they were covered in a tattered blanket, they felt quite warm and not a bit cold. She finally withdrew her hand, which was clenching a tiny jade pendant. There was blood on her palm and on the pendant as well.
Mother's jade…
She pressed the jade pendant against her face; its icy coolness was soothing.
