"Auntie," Feng Qingxue clasped her hand, gently shaking it. "Auntie, I've felt really close to you ever since I met you, as if we had some kind of bond in a past life. So please, don't stand on ceremony with me. Life these days is hard for everyone. I've recently found a way to procure some goods, let's just strive to keep surviving."
Auntie Xu nodded vigorously, wiping away her tears. "Yes, yes, we must survive."
Uncle Xu walked in from outside, upon hearing those words, he strongly agreed. "Exactly, as long as we're alive, we must carry on. Once we die, all is done. Only in living there's hope."
"Did you bring the stuff?" Auntie Xu asked.
Uncle Xu nodded slightly, pulling out a palm-sized Rosewood Jewelry Box from under his old quilted jacket and handed it to his wife.
A small copper lock with a key was attached to the jewelry box. Auntie Xu opened the lock, opened the box, and put it in front of Feng Qingxue.