Last year at this time, Lian Manman's head injury had not completely healed, her hair was still dry and yellow, and her small face was thin, which made her eyes appear especially large.
She was gentle, kind, and rarely spoke, yet she loved to smile, and her smile was unexpectedly beautiful, making her an adorable yet pitiable little girl.
It was that calamity that brought about a tremendous change in this little girl.
Still kind and still gentle to those close to her. Yet to others, she was no longer submissive, in fact, she could be fiercer and bolder than the daughters of other tenant farmers.
During that time, when Wang Youheng had a bit of free time, he would think of this little girl. Even though he knew she had become much more assertive. But he noticed that the little girl who used to smile now did so less frequently.
He wanted to help her, partly out of a sense of guilt, but more so out of compassion for the girl herself.
