Chapter 141 What Kind of Husband Are You

Qin Mo squatted in front of a large wooden chest, rummaging through something.

Actually, the Yin Family's wealth was substantial, even their storage chests were made of sandalwood, which wasn't cheap and still in good condition. That large chest contained all of Qin Mo's childhood toys; she found a small wooden horse that was carved, its edges smoothed over from long-term handling.

"This was carved by my grandfather. My grandfather could carve seals, but not horses. He practiced with wood for a long time, and this was the best one he ever made," Qin Mo caressed the little horse, which she used to carry in her school bag when she was very young.

Contained within this box were Qin Mo's memories.

Her gaze was tender, each item that looked inconsequential in value, laden with her deepest nostalgia.

Chu Yiqin watched her eyes, sparkling and full of life.

So different from her when she was consumed by suppressed hatred.

Once, she too had been so dazzling.