The woman pulled over the little girl, trying to coax her gently, but the little girl just wouldn't stop talking; the more she tried to pacify her, the angrier she got, and she lashed out at the older girl: "I told you to watch your sister, where did you run off to die."
"Sister, don't cry," the older girl was scolded for no reason, her lips pouting, but she dared not cry out, only using the back of her hand to wipe the tears from the younger girl's eyes, "Don't cry."
The few tear-streaked "Don't cry" made Chang Chi quicken her steps; she walked faster and faster, until she finally reached Dwarf Street, almost bumping into it, "I, as a sister, really failed."
The drunkard heard the noise and came out from the house swaying on a wheelchair.
Chang Chi looked at the drunkard on the wheelchair, her father, both her biological father and adoptive father, were sitting on wheelchairs. And all she could do now was numbly sit on the ground.
