The next day, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Tang Yaxuan forced herself up from the stool. She hadn't dared to lie down on the bed all night and her stomach was completely empty. Though on the verge of collapse, she stumbled a few steps to urge Liu Fengying to get up quickly and take her to school. She didn't want to stay in this house for another minute.
Liu Fengying's heart ached for Xuanxuan. "How about we make some breakfast first?" she asked. Tang Yaxuan immediately started to dry-heave. She swore to herself: 'I will never touch the bowls and chopsticks in this house again!'
Seeing her eldest daughter in this state, Liu Fengying felt both guilty and sad, but also completely helpless. 'There's nothing I can do. It's all because we're so poor. I want my children to have good lives, too!'
