Jiao Jiao entered her room without looking at anyone, her schoolbag in tow.
Sitting on the chair, she thought that liberation was nearly at hand; she had to score well enough to leave this place forever and never return home.
But then she wondered, what about her little brother?
When Liu Ying came into their lives, her little brother was still too young to understand. In his heart, she was his real mother, but where was their actual mother?
Why hadn't she contacted them in so many years?
Moreover, every time she asked about their mother, their father would roar in fury.
Her mother's name was also taboo at home.
She didn't dare to ask anymore, but that didn't mean she harbored no resentment deep down.
Having grown up, she now understood some things: the absence of their real mother was because their stepmother, keen on marrying their father, ousted her and took her place, so naturally, their mother must despise their father.
