When she was a little girl, she hadn't actually understood the meaning of "illegitimate daughter."
"Su Qingsang, can you give it back to me?"
"No. I picked it up, so it is mine now."
Su Peizhen had been stubborn, and she had been too. She had been all alone. She had thought that, with this doll accompanying her, she wouldn't have felt so lonely. That is why she had refused to give it back to her.
"You wait and see."
Su Peizhen had left and had never asked her to give it back again. Su Qingsang had thought that this drama had been over.
When she had come back from kindergarten one day, however, the first doll in her life, the doll that had accompanied her for an entire month, had been cut into pieces.
The dress on the doll had been torn into pieces. The arms and legs had been pulled off and the doll's head had been twisted off.
