"Da Niu, Dad knows, knows that these years have been hard on you, the burden of the family all resting on you. It's not easy for a girl, but Da Niu, if you were to get married, what about Xiao Ya and her two siblings? Without you bringing money home, our whole family would be destitute." Mr. Song spoke with difficulty, his words filled with loss. He knew all too well how hard his eldest daughter had worked, but as a father, he had to think more about the three younger children who weren't grown yet. If he had to owe anyone, he'd rather be the bad guy as a father, better to owe one daughter than three younger ones. Though this thought might seem selfish, it made sense in a way, at least in terms of fewer numbers, Mr. Song felt it was only natural to focus more on the younger children.
"Father, don't worry! I know our family's situation well. Even if I really got married, I wouldn't abandon you," Song Qian replied sadly, her voice carrying an indescribable sense of loss.
