"No, I don't feel it's hard at all." Xu Nianhua shook her head. She looked at her hands—these past two years, she had done all the housework herself, and her hands had become rougher. But whenever she thought of her parents, her eldest brother, and her second brother who died young, Xu Nianhua felt completely content in her heart.
"Little sister, even if you acknowledge us, you can still stay in touch with your adoptive parents."
Gu Mingzhu's words made Xu Nianhua feel extremely uncomfortable. She abruptly pulled her hand back, took a defensive step away, and said, "They're not my adoptive parents. They're my birth parents."
The words "birth parents," Xu Nianhua pronounced each syllable deliberately. She looked coldly at Fang Yue and Gu Mingzhu in front of her and said, "I'm sorry, my life now is very good, and so are my parents."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Nianhua ran off.
