"You have to tell us if you're not feeling well. We'll go to the doctors if your body is not well. We'll go to the psychologist if you don't feel well mentally. I just want everything to go well for you."
Xia Qingyi patted her hand. "I'm fine. I know, I'll tell you if I don't feel well."
After seeing her for the first time in the afternoon yesterday, Xia Qingyi could almost confirm that she was her mother. She naturally relaxed around her as she asked, "Did I have a box last time? I think it was made of metal and is very old. Do you know where it is now?"
"A metal box? Ah… that one… it was very long ago. You liked to place many weird and interesting things in the box when you were young. Though, I can't remember where we put it when we tidied the things upstairs a few years ago. It might be in the storeroom."
"Then, I'll go take a look tomorrow."
