"Isn't it just those two old fools asking for it?"
Chu XiaoYue vented all her resentment: "Since I was five, I've had to do all sorts of chores. In the dead of winter, I had to take the family's clothes to the river to wash, my hands freezing till they're swollen, and all they cared about was whether the clothes were clean."
"If the clothes weren't clean or if I was a bit slow, they'd just blame me for being sloppy. Either they scolded me or they beat me."
"When I wasn't even as tall as the stove, I had to cook. The good food never ended up in my bowl. If I ate a bit more, they'd scold me as if I were starved to death."
"Have you ever experienced that?"
"Has Chu Qianyan ever experienced that?"
"Chu Qianyan has talent and the advice of the Immortal Master, so they wouldn't dare to be harsh with her. And you? You're nothing like me either, yet you still receive their love, just because you're a little plumper than me?"
