Lian Manman really wants to tell Lian Yeye that she's already done quite well. Lian Yeye, is actually still just a little girl; she hasn't even celebrated her thirteenth birthday yet. At her age, she should be living worry-free under the wings of her parents and family, with the so-called serious troubles being nothing more than a spat with friends or her New Year's dress not being as pretty as the neighbor's kids.
Regardless, she shouldn't be standing here, using her small frame to face the pressure of the big family, trying hard to support her family of three.
"The child of a poor family grows up early"—this poverty isn't merely the narrow material poverty.
"We have to move away, that's the only demand. If you don't agree, I'll keep chopping and let our family of three stay in this room and freeze to death overnight. Or, someone can come and kill me with the axe." Lian Yeye straightened her small body even more, shouting loudly, almost to the point of yelling.
