There were high steps at the entrance of the courthouse, and Jia Xiufang was soaked in sweat as she stepped down one by one.
The sun was blazing, but this heat did not come from the sun, but from her heart.
When she ascended these steps, stepping into the place symbolizing fairness and justice, Jia Xiufang's life was about to change.
She was no longer Chen Lin's wife. As she walked out, she would be labeled as divorced.
But at this moment, she was taking one step at a time with her daughter. Her daughter's pleading eyes seemed to echo in her mind.
Mother, my brother and I need you.
If mom doesn't protect us, I'll be sold to a nightclub by my dad, wearing a super short skirt...
Jia Xiufang's two thoughts were tightly intertwined in her mind, bound by traditional values, but her daughter needed her so much...
Xiao Qian could feel her mother's struggle and conflict from the tightening grip of her hand.
