"Yueyue, you must live well in place of your sister." She truly admired Yueyue and was happy for her.
Zhuang Xiyue threw herself into her arms and began to wail.
Zhuang Fanxing gently patted her back, "Yueyue, sister needs your help with something."
Zhuang Xiyue looked at her with tearful eyes.
Zhuang Fanxing opened a drawer and took out a leather bag, handing it to her, "Inside is everything I've accumulated over these years—property, shares, some scattered stocks, and copyrights for several works. It's not worth much, but it's all I have to give. Sort it out, sell what's to be sold, and donate the money to charity. It's my small contribution to this world."
Zhuang Xiyue suddenly tossed it aside, "I don't want it."
Zhuang Fanxing sighed, "Yueyue, listen, do you want your sister to die without peace?"
Zhuang Xiyue threw herself onto the bed, burying her head in tears.
