She wanted to buy a small house, even if she didn't live in it, she could bring her foster mother over.
The bank still had two hundred thousand in a fixed deposit; she planned to use this money for a down payment to mortgage a small house.
The dim streetlights stretched the shadows of Valentine Teller and Turstin Muller long, occasionally brushing shoulders, looking incredibly harmonious.
Raising her eyes, she saw Turstin Muller's smiling face, which made Valentine's heart ache, her nose followed suit, and a thin layer of mist welled up in her eyes.
If only she could be with him without any burden, she only wants a simple, plain life.
Would she say goodbye then?
She didn't want to, really didn't want to; having finally approached her humble family dream, she couldn't give up easily.
Wanting a warm home has been her wish since childhood.
With a considerate husband, cute children, everything was so beautiful.
