The pattern above was her zodiac sign, a golden tiger.
She was guessing whether Yang Yufang had left the card here when a text ssage suddenly popped up on her phone. She glanced at the screen, saw the word ’Mom,’ put down the bank card, and picked up her phone.
"Anning, the pink card under your room’s computer, the password is your birthday. Mom won’t be able to prepare your seasonal clothes anymore. Buy yourself more clothes, get so food you like for the house, and eat sothing when you co back hungry from night classes. Don’t be too hard on yourself."
After reading the ssage, Ji Anning felt a tingle at the tip of her nose, and her eyes turned red.
She sniffled and replied to Yang Yufang, "Got it, take care of yourself on the island."
I will visit you when I have ti.
She didn’t send that ssage because she knew her mom was afraid to have them visit the island, and she would definitely tell her not to go.
She opened the locked drawer under the computer desk, took out an old biscuit tin, and removed the lid. Inside, stacks of money, new and old, large and small, were neatly arranged.
There was also a black box for a necklace.
All these were what Yang Yufang had given her over the years, which she had saved. The necklace was a gift from her for her eighteenth birthday last year. She had never worn it.
In the past, her proud spirit tried to use as little from the Ji Family as possible, but now she felt too ashad to use anything her mother gave her.
She did not go through the old items but put the pink card inside, then placed the box back into the drawer.
Her gaze then moved to a stack of certificates nearby—these were all the honors she had received from first grade through high school graduation, from the elite.
In the photo on the certificates, she stood among a group of people, her heart at that ti filled with confusion.
Back then her heart was so pure; having a dream could lead her to pursue it with no distractions. She had not considered the gaps, had not thought about reality.
The affection of those tis was simple. Just seeing him every day walking under the sun in a white t-shirt and headphones made her feel very happy, very content.
Back then, she really liked that feeling, her heart ’pounding’ as if it were going to jump out.
Ji Anning stared at the photo, opened the box of mories, a smile tinged with a bit of shyness present in her bright eyes, lingering.
...
Because of the marks on her neck, Ji Anning basically spent the entire weekend confined to her room, lying down under the pretext of feeling unwell, only going to the kitchen to find sothing to eat when it was deep in the night and everyone was asleep.
Strawberries might be easy to grow, but they also fade quickly. By Monday, so of the lighter marks had already disappeared, and the deeper ones had faded.
To cover them up, Ji Anning dug out so thick clothes, and after a long search, she finally found a relatively thinner cal-colored turtleneck sweater, double-layered, that could completely cover those marks.
"Ji Anning, are you out of your mind?"
She had shrunk her neck as she went downstairs, eting an unfavorable encounter as soon as she hit the stairs—it was Ji Ruoqian.
Ji Ruoqian saw her wearing the turtleneck and gave her a disdainful look as if she were looking at an idiot.
"I have a cold, I wanted to wear sothing warr."
Ji Anning replied indifferently to Ji Ruoqian, her face expressionless as she walked past her.
With a hint of petulance.
Ji Ruoqian’s eyes followed Ji Anning, disdainful beyond asure, "Acting like a lunatic, going to school and disgracing our Ji Family."
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