Grandma Yao also wanted to end it all.
But if she died, what would happen to Miss? What about the little Miss who was only six months old?
She was no longer the thirteen-year-old girl who knew nothing; the experiences of these past years had matured her a lot.
She ran to the riverbank and washed herself thoroughly, but no matter how much she washed, she still felt dirty.
When she returned, Miss had already finished cooking.
She thought she hid it well, but Miss saw through her; she felt filthy, yet Miss said not at all—she was still the cute and docile Little Qiao.
The two of them cried in each other's arms, and she eventually fell asleep crying in Miss's embrace.
A month later, she realized her period hadn't come, and she didn't dare to tell Miss, so she kept working desperately, doing all the heavy work.
Thus, she had a miscarriage as she wished, and her body was so damaged from it that she could never conceive again.
