In a haste, only some fruit, two bottles of leftover milk, and a few plastic water bottles were brought along, which could all be stuffed into Gu Tingyun's backpack.
Ma Xiulian also diligently folded the quilt and placed it at the head of the bed.
Chen Jianjun, holding his little girl, cheerfully asked, "Guibao, would you like to ride a big horse?"
"Yes!" Helian Qiao nodded, her voice full of energy.
Being small and short everyone on the street was taller than her, she was often disgruntled at always having to look up to see people.
But sitting high up on her dad's shoulders, she could enjoy a bird's eye view of the world!
Chen Jianjun hoisted her up onto his shoulders: "Let's go home!"
Meanwhile, the young woman sat quietly on the bed, watching them pack whilst she struggled with conflicting emotional turmoil.
She genuinely thought Chen Jianjun was a good man she could entrust herself to, but she didn't want their impoverished life to shatter her dreams and ambitions.