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Chapter 95 Donation
Little Crescent Moon possessed the clay doll, while Xu Qingling and Sasha returned to the leave office, giving Little Crescent Moon some time alone with her father, Lin Qu.

Little Crescent Moon really wanted to know how her parents were doing.

Now she has seen her father, but she doesn't know where her mother is.

Little Crescent Moon misses her mother very much, even after learning from Xu Qingling that her parents have separated and that her mother has remarried and has a new baby.

But Little Crescent Moon didn't resent her mother. If her mother had a new family and a new baby to keep her company, she would be happier, and she was willing to see that.

She was just a little scared.

I'm afraid my mom will forget about Little Crescent Moon.

In Xiaoyueya's memory, her mother was really good and gentle. She would stay by her side when she was sick, hold her to sleep, and hum sweet songs to her...

Mom, Little Crescent Moon has come back to see you. Where are you?
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Little Crescent Moon never imagined that her father would live in such a place.

The dilapidated and narrow single-room bungalow looked like someone else's old house, surrounded by densely packed houses that almost completely blocked out the sunlight.

I don't know if it's going to rain, but the sky has become very dark.

When Lin Qu opened the iron gate, Xiaoyueya looked inside and saw only darkness, not a ray of light, and a damp feeling.

With a snap, the light was switched on, instantly illuminating the room.

The cramped single room contained a bed that took up two-thirds of the space. The remaining space had a small table, but no chairs. It was unclear whether there was no room for chairs or if they were simply not available.

There is no kitchen or balcony, only a toilet not far away.

The remaining rooms are only wide enough for one person to walk through.

Lin Qu placed the two drawers containing clay and clay figurines on the table, then took out the clay figurine from his shirt pocket and carefully placed it on the bedside table.

He then sat on the bed and stared blankly at the clay doll.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that you could almost hear Lin Qu's breathing. This moment seemed to be a special time for Lin Qu to relax and unwind.

Dad, why do you live here?
Little Crescent Moon was a little confused. Although her soul still looked like it did when she died, she was only 5 years old. However, she had been in the underworld for 8 years, and her mind was now 13 years old. She had also grown a lot in the underworld.

I now know many things that I didn't understand before.

For example, she knew that her father earned quite a bit from selling clay figurines at his stall today; in fact, it was much more than those who went to work in the city.

She had always known that her father's clay figurines were very popular; she knew this from when she used to help him set up a stall.

Now, although Dad has lost both hands, his clay sculpting skills are even better than before.

Little Crescent Moon thought of the house she lived in with her parents when she was still alive.

The house wasn't actually very big, but it had Mom and Dad's room, and next door was Little Crescent's room. Mom would cook in the kitchen, and Dad would hang clothes to dry in the sun. Sunlight streamed into the living room through the balcony, bringing light and warmth to the room.

The underworld is dark year after year, never seeing the light of day.

Little Crescent Moon spent eight years in the underworld, but she didn't like that environment.

So she hoped her father could live in a bright and warm place.

With the money his father earns, even if he can't afford to buy a house, he can rent a better place.

Why not?

Soon, Little Crescent Moon found out the answer.

Lin Qu, who had been in a daze, seemed to finally come to his senses and started to move.

He started calculating his income for the day.

There was almost no cash, only 30 yuan; most of the income came from mobile payments.

Little Crescent Moon secretly peeked and saw that it cost 820 yuan.

She remembered that her father used to work at a company and earned 150 yuan a day.

Now, Dad earns much more a day selling clay figurines at his stall than he did with 150 yuan. So why doesn't he rent a better place?
Sitting in this dim place, devoid of any light or warmth, looking at her father who was blank and silent, Xiaoyueya felt a pang of heartache.

Wait, what is Dad doing?

Soon, she saw her father transferring money, and the other party in the account was...

【Boundless love! Mr. Lin Qu, thank you for your donation of 820 yuan to the HA City Children's Leukemia Foundation…】

Little Crescent Moon paused for a moment. During her eight years in the underworld, she had learned to read from a kind old ghost, so she could understand all these characters.

Donation to the Children's Leukemia Foundation...

It turned out that Dad had donated the money. Little Crescent Moon could imagine that every day for the past eight years, Dad would finish setting up his stall, come home, and donate almost all of his earnings.

No wonder, no wonder Dad didn't rent a better place.

After donating, he had almost no money left.

The Children's Leukemia Foundation—of course she knew why her father donated money, because of her.

She died of leukemia, which, in retrospect, was a serious illness. She remembers that during her six-month hospital stay, her parents had exhausted all their savings, and in the end, her mother had no choice but to sell the house.

Little Crescent Moon thought, that house is the home of their family of three.

The loss of their house seemed to foreshadow the breakdown of their family of three.

Indeed, she ultimately could not be cured and died.

And her parents divorced without her knowledge.

Now, she doesn't even know where her mother is.

Now, her father donates all the money he earns to a children's leukemia relief foundation, and Little Crescent knows it's because of her.

Perhaps, the father hoped that his money could be used for children who also needed help.

Perhaps, her father was also trying to accumulate good fortune for her.

Dad~
Thinking of this, Little Crescent Moon's eyes filled with tears again.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to approve of her father's behavior or to persuade him to think more about himself.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a strange female voice suddenly came from inside.

"Brother Lin, are you there?"

Lin Qu seemed to know who the person was, got up, and opened the door.

Little Crescent Moon, who was following her father, also saw clearly the person standing outside the door.

She was an aunt with medium-short hair, about the same age as her father. In Xiaoyueya's eyes, this aunt was naturally not as pretty as her mother, Wen Qian.

However, this auntie was also pretty, with fair skin and a gentle smile on her face, which made people feel very comfortable.

"Brother Lin, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I cooked too much tonight, and since we can't finish it all, I thought I'd bring you some." Wang Yao handed the lunchbox she was holding to Lin Qu.

"No, you don't need to send it to me, you don't need to worry about me."

"Oh, I didn't bring these specifically for you. I just made too many. Here, take them." Wang Yao spoke softly, but her tone left no room for refusal.

He stuffed the lunchbox into Lin Qu's hand, saying, "When I first came here, I was able to get a foothold thanks to your help, Brother Lin. It's just delivering some food, nothing much. Besides, we're neighbors, so we should look out for each other."

Lin Qu seemed to be persuaded by Wang Yao's words and did not refuse again.

Before leaving, Wang Yao took a deep look at Lin Qu and said, "Brother Lin, whatever you want to do, good health is the most important thing. Only when you are healthy can you do what you want to do."

Lin Qu's eyes flickered, as if he had been touched.

Yes, good health is the most important thing.

(End of this chapter)