Gu Xihua tightly embraced Shen Qing, losing control of her emotions, she couldn't help but sob uncontrollably.
After all, she was just a child not yet eight years old. In these last three years, after her parents were suddenly killed, she and her brother wandered like stray dogs, scavenging for food, enduring humiliation and disdain.
But she didn't even have time to cry, she could only stay strong, trying her best to protect her brother, not letting him starve or freeze.
And her resilience had carried her through year after year, and she had even picked up a few more children to live with.
Though she had managed to survive, the accumulated tiredness, hardship, and grievances inside her heart had built up higher and higher…
Now, as she cried, her emotions collapsed, as if to vent out all the grievances she endured over the years, and the pain suppressed in her young heart.
