Zhang Yao finally broke into a smile through her tears, snuggling into her mother's arms like a spoiled child, "Mom, I want to drink porridge!" She had been making a fuss since last night and hadn't eaten or drank anything, even though she had been hungry for quite a while, she just hadn't found the right moment to say it.
Zhang Yao's mother gently tapped her daughter's forehead with concern, "Mom will go buy it for you. Be good, and I'll ask your dad to come in."
"Mom, I want to be by myself for now. Don't let Dad come in, okay? Don't worry, I'm fine; I'll never hurt myself again. If I have to hurt someone, I'd rather hurt others—it would never be myself."
An uncertain flicker passed through Zhang Yao's mother's eyes, but she was wary of being too insistent and triggering her daughter's rebelliousness. So, she smiled and nodded, "Alright then, wait for Mom to come back. Mom's going to get you some porridge."
