When Shen You'an was leaving, Zhang Xiaoyu clung to her and cried like it was the end of the world.
To put it bluntly, it was as if she was more heartbroken than losing a loved one.
Aunt Guihua was busy stuffing the trunk with large bags of food and fresh vegetables.
Zhang Jian sighed helplessly, "Aunt, that's enough—you've gone to so much trouble already."
"This is the beef jerky An'an loves. And in this bag, you'll find some peach crisps…"
Aunt Guihua explained everything to Zhang Jian, one item at a time, as if lamenting that the trunk was simply too small to hold it all.
Standing to the side, Zhang Feifei, her eyes rimmed red, gazed at Shen You'an wistfully. She wanted to step forward but lacked the courage to be as brazen as Zhang Xiaoyu.
Shen You'an waved gently, "Feifei, come here."
Zhang Feifei obediently walked up to Shen You'an.
Shen You'an took out a slightly worn notebook from her backpack and handed it to Zhang Feifei.
