"It's alright, it was me who did it after all." Hanhan looked up and smiled. Qin Xiaoyu suddenly realized that the child looked a lot like her. People say that sons resemble their mothers, and now she believed in fate. Perhaps they had a mother-son bond in a past life.
She was exhausted today, having done more work than she used to do in a whole year, but she couldn't fall asleep. She calculated that, given their current standard of living, 2,300 yuan was no small sum. What if Grandma Hanhan couldn't come up with it? She regretted setting the deadline so urgently; giving them more time to borrow the money would have been better.
She tossed and turned for ages, then glanced at the clock by the moonlight; it was almost one o'clock. In previous years, she'd been like a spinning top, constantly working to earn money, with no time to even think, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Now, suddenly calming down and reflecting on the past, she realized how worthless her efforts had been. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. Qin Xiaoyu wiped away her tears, then suddenly heard a noise beside her. It was Hanhan, who had gotten up and was looking at her anxiously.
"It's okay, go to sleep, go to sleep."
Qin Xiaoyu gently pushed her younger sister, who was sleeping between them, away, moved closer, stretched out her arm, and clumsily patted Hanhan's body. She had no experience taking care of children; she was just imitating what others were doing.
Hanhan's breathing quickly became even, and she seemed to have fallen asleep. Qin Xiaoyu's arm was sore and numb from being held up, so she quickly pulled it back and moved it around a few times, and her eyelids started to droop.
She didn't cook breakfast when she got up, she just boiled a kettle of water. She took out two bowls and poured in milk powder. Her younger sister and Hanhan stared at her with wide eyes, not daring to ask anything.
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