After crying for a while, Xu Chaomu realized something important—her life was her own, and she had to keep on living well.
She picked herself up from the ground and sat down at the table to eat.
Having sat on the floor for too long, her legs were weak, and she almost fell. When she grabbed the table to steady herself, her hand scraped against the wall, causing intense pain.
Biting her lip, she lowered her head and forced down the white porridge in her bowl.
When she was at the Shen Family's home, she had been particularly picky and disliked white porridge.
Every time the butler Ling served her white porridge, she would push it to Shen Chi, "Fourth Brother, I don't want this. I want milk and cake."
"Today there's only this, if you don't eat, you'll go hungry!" He was always very fierce.
Pouting, she would turn and run, "If I don't eat, then I don't eat. I'd rather be hungry. I refuse to eat plain porridge; it has no taste. How can I eat white porridge when I'm still growing?"
