Evelyn Crawford looked lost, tears streaming down her face, after they had just been so joyful, "Why is she crying again?"
Commander Smith quickly handed a handkerchief to his wife.
Mrs. Smith wiped her tears and choked up,
"Nowadays, girls are so delicate, there isn't one who isn't picky about food. She must have suffered a lot to not be picky. Take Katarina, for instance, there's so much she won't eat."
Katarina Smith hurriedly said, "Mom, Sister is more mature than I am."
Mrs. Smith sighed sadly and looked at Evelyn pitifully, "Only a child who has suffered a lot would mature early."
"..." Evelyn was at a loss for words, suddenly feeling a sour lump in her throat.
Indeed, only a girl who is well protected and pampered can afford to be naive and carefree.
And she had neither the luxury to be picky with food nor to dream.
From a young age, she knew that only by becoming strong could she survive in such a place.
