After her bath, Han Yingying threw herself on the bed, feeling somewhat annoyed.
Why did she always lose her temper? Like a child...
The corner of her eye caught a glimpse of the red envelope on the bed, and she picked it up, curious.
The cloth red envelope was very exquisite, with the embroidery of auspicious clouds and the subtle pattern of peonies complementing each other perfectly.
The mouth was sealed with a matching Chinese knot, adorned with two Copper Coins, elegant and symbolizing good fortune and wishes.
Upon opening the envelope, inside was a stack of brand-new hundred-yuan bills with consecutive serial numbers, and mixed in the middle was a one-yuan bill from the thirty-eighth year of the Republic, which, although old, was very flat without any damage.
One in ten thousand
I choose you from those ten thousand
The choice is still the one and only.
Mother Shen's intentions were so painstakingly sincere.