At this point, he forcefully wiped his face, "I was young then, too, always thinking if I worked harder, would they treat my sister a little better? But no, even if I were to work to death in the fields. By the time I got back, Nuannuan was crawling on the ground by herself, even picking up and eating small stones from hunger, while that woman was holding a child dressed like a princess and sneering coldly."
"Nuannuan has always been sensible. She started doing the laundry early on, even when she was not bigger than a washbasin, often falling into it, almost drowning. Can you imagine? A laundry basin, almost capable of drowning someone," Qin Xiangyang sneered again, but this sneer was mixed with too many painful and resentful memories.
