In the dilapidated room, from one of the rooms, came the sound of a boy coughing, a boy as thin as a rake lay on the bed, his face full of sickness, looking very pitiful.
"Sister..."
The boy called out in a slightly hoarse voice.
In the adjacent room, the door was closed, Chu Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, she was sitting on the bed wiping tears, hearing her brother Chu Xiaoming's call, she wiped away her tears and walked out of the room.
Coming to Chu Xiaoming's bedside, Chu Xiaoxiao said, "What's wrong?"
Chu Xiaoming said, "Sister, I heard you crying, I'm sorry, I'm the one who dragged you down, I know you don't want to get married. How about I talk to mom and dad about not making you get married, and letting you continue your studies?"
Chu Xiaoxiao tried hard not to cry, saying, "Fool, if I don't marry, what will you do? Our family is poor, this is the only way to get money to save you."
