Guo Yujie had always been warmhearted—or you could say she liked to meddle.
After I told them what had happened, she said as if it were only natural, "Lü Qiaolan didn't know the teddy bear had been sold. If she found out, wouldn't she be heartbroken? If we tell her, she might be able to get it back."
The Thin Man glanced at Guo Yujie. "Chen Xiao Qiu took the bear all the way to that godforsaken place, Huixiang, and Ye Qing even told her to bury it. How are we supposed to get it back?"
Guo Yujie faltered, then said stiffly, "At least we can try to find the other bears. And she can find out where the bear went."
"What if she didn't want it in the first place?" the Thin Man asked.
Guo Yujie fell silent.
"Even if she didn't mean to sell it, it's already gone. Would she really want to put in the effort to get it back?" the Thin Man asked again.
Some things were a shame to lose, but in everyday life, people didn't actually need them or even think about them. They were little more than dead weight.
Besides, so much had changed in the past few years. Did Lü Qiaolan still feel the same way about the teddy bear? At the very least, the most important thing in her life now wasn't the bear, but her own son.
Guo Yujie sighed dejectedly.
We set the matter aside.
I sent Chen Xiao Qiu a text about the teddy bear. She still hadn't replied. She'd mentioned yesterday that she was driving to Huixiang. It wouldn't feel safe to take a box of strange bears on public transport.
The journey from Minqing to Huixiang was no easy trip.
The four of us still had