The courthouse had a row of quite high steps, descending layer by layer, Jia Xiufang's back was soaked.
The scorching sun blazed, but this heat did not come from the sun; it stemmed from within her heart.
These few-meter-high steps, walking up and stepping into that place symbolizing fairness and justice, meant Jia Xiufang's life was about to change.
She would no longer be Chen Lin's wife, and stepping out, she would be labeled as divorced.
Yet at this moment, she followed her daughter step by step, whose pleading eyes seemed to reverberate in her mind.
Mom, my brother and I need you.
If you don't protect us, I might be sold by Dad to a karaoke bar, short skirts...
Two thoughts tightly intertwined in Jia Xiufang's mind, deeply rooted traditional values, yet her daughter needed her so much...
Qian could sense her mother's struggling, conflicting emotions from the hand that gripped tighter and tighter.
