When Aunt Jiao and her husband came with Jiao Can, the Jiang family was busy salvaging items from the rubble.
The third sister was crying, her face wet with either rain or tears. Her treasured sewing machine was buried in dirt and washed by rain, now pitifully being dug out by the whole family with their bare hands.
"Sigh! Jiang Mingyue really wanted to say to leave these behind and she would buy new ones for them, but was afraid this suggestion would earn her a death glare.
"Third sister, you all don't need to move, I can do it alone."
As she spoke, Jiang Mingyue lifted up the sewing machine... step by step, she walked through the accumulated water, delivering it under her eldest cousin's eaves. She left it outside for now, where it wouldn't get rained on. Once the sky clears, they could take it out to dry and prevent rust.
