When Su Qingyao stood at the door of the pawn shop holding the last gilt bracelet, the rainwater leaking from the eaves happened to hit the toe of her embroidered shoes.
This pair of apricot red soft satin shoes was given to her by her mother during the Lantern Festival. Now that the uppers were splashed with mud, they looked very much like her Su family, which was now full of stigma.
"Three taels of silver, love is not worth it." The shopkeeper's protracted voice came from behind the counter.
She stared at the solitary jade earring in the wooden box - it was the dowry jewelry that her mother secretly gave her this morning.
