Xu Shuanghong's heart ached as she looked at her daughter's hands, which were covered in chilblains. "Did they throw all their clothes to you to wash again?"
"Yes," Fan Meibao said, already feeling like her future was hopeless. "They don't treat me like a human being at all. They push everything onto me. I'm a person, not a beast of burden."
"My child, bear with it a little longer. It wasn't easy to get to this point; we can't let all our previous efforts go to waste."
"But how long do I have to endure this?" Fan Meibao held up her hands. "Why won't you and my sister help me?"
She had already sacrificed so much—why should she be the one to keep sacrificing?
"Your sister and I have more important things to do." Xu Shuanghong's eyes darted away evasively. "You know what our original goal was."
