Tears quickly filled Yan's eyes.
She raised her hand and picked up the obviously old purse from the wooden box, her thoughts seemed to drift back into memories.
This was what she had given An Bingfeng on the second day after their wedding, but back then, he said he didn't like it and casually placed it aside.
Yan was certainly very disappointed at that time, but what hurt her more came later.
Within two days, she discovered that the purse she had painstakingly crafted ended up among the kitchen firewood.
Back then, Yan had cried while she retrieved the purse and put it away into her chest, never to take it out again.
It was only later, when An Bingfeng left with An Yu, that she sadly remembered the purse. She originally wanted to find it to recall her lost one, but discovered it had long disappeared.
The material of the purse was the best she could afford, only palm-sized, yet it had cost nearly one tael of Silver.
