The woman pulled the little girl over, coaxing her gently, but the little girl just couldn't stop talking, and the woman got angrier as she coaxed, scolding the older girl: "I asked you to watch your sister, where the hell did you go."
"Sister, don't cry," the older girl got scolded for no reason, her lips pouting, but she dared not cry out loud. Instead, she used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears of the younger girl, "Don't cry."
Those tear-laden "Don't cries" quickened Chang Chi's pace, she walked faster and faster, until she reached Dwarf Street, almost bumping her way in, "I, as an older sister, am really a failure."
The drunkard overhearing the voices, came out of the room, swaying in his wheelchair.
Chang Chi looked at the drunkard in the wheelchair, her father, both her birth and adoptive fathers, seated in wheelchairs. And now, what she could do was, seemingly just to sit paralyzed on the ground.
