Aunt Ruan froze, cautiously patting her daughter's shoulder.
The girl, who usually appeared strong with a fiery temper as if she feared and obeyed no one, now trembled slightly in her frail body.
She was barely twenty years old.
Xia Jiangnan still remembered the scolding her father gave her mother when she was very young.
The room was always noisy, and she would shrink at the door, small and trembling, holding her doll.
Her mother had listened to her father and quit her job to take care of the family after becoming pregnant with her.
Back then, she was too young and dimly aware that it was wrong, but at the same time, she seemed to understand nothing.
She truly didn't understand why her mother kept crying, sometimes while dad was at work, mom would sit on the sofa, staring ahead, and suddenly tears would start to fall.
