Then, a series of images writhed in the dark mist, unfurling...
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A little girl, at a young age, her parents already saw her as a burden.
She grew up along with her aged grandmother — a difficult upbringing.
Granny was uneducated, never went to school, and even her ideas were somewhat old-fashioned and ignorant.
But she gave the little girl a bowl of rice, a bed, a home.
Granny even had some outdated notions preferring boys over girls, so occasionally while doing housework, seeing the little girl tottering along to help carry the firewood, would mumble to herself.
"What a pity, what a pity she's not a boy. It would've been better if she was a boy."
"Pity she's a girl. If she were a boy, maybe your parents would want you."
"Ah, girls, they always end up belonging to someone else's family in the future."
Whenever Granny said these things, the little girl would just listen, lightly smile, lower her head, and go about doing something else.
