"Definitely." Tang Mingli said firmly, as if wanting to prove something, or perhaps... fearing something.
"From a young age, Xiao Yue used to be somewhat timid, but later on, she grew stronger and tougher than some boys."
Tang Mingli suddenly recalled the first days of his entrepreneurship, and said, "You know? At the beginning, my niece and I shared a steamed bun each, had no money for a hostel, and we slept beside the train station—just laid down a bedsheet, hard as a rock. I let her sleep inside, and I kept watch outside, but she never complained."
"When we went to the market to stock up, bags and bags of clothes, if I could no longer carry them, it was Xiao Yue who shouldered them. Thin and small as she was, sometimes, I too felt the bitterness and exhaustion." Tang Mingli remembered the early days, the sleepless nights, and carrying loads of clothes; each bag was not particularly heavy, but they were cumbersome and tiring to carry.
