"This time it's different," Aunt Yao came over, also holding a blanket specially prepared for Sisi. The little child, with her small face, was so petite that it filled people's heart with tenderness.
"Xiangcao..." Aunt Yao sat up and took Zhang Xiangcao's hand, "This is a good opportunity. You must seize it and make a good life for yourself. Only if you're well-off, will your mother rest in peace."
Mentioning Sisi's grandmother made Zhang Xiangcao's eyes tear up.
All of this was her fault. She was unfilial. Why did she insist on marrying an educated man back then? If she had simply married anyone in the village, things wouldn't have ended up like this. Her mother wouldn't have had to work so hard all her life, and even when she passed away, she wasn't able to close her eyes in peace.
