Chu Dazhuang's words, gentle yet powerful, gave immense strength to the Chinese woman before him.
It was Chu Dazhuang's presence that reassured the Chinese woman, allowing her to pause and compose herself. Then, lifting her eyes ever so slightly, she deeply gazed at Chu Dazhuang and continued to speak.
"I am a Chinese.
Listening to this sorrowful Chinese before him, Chu Dazhuang nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Having said that, the Chinese woman paused again, then carried on speaking.
She took a moment to collect her thoughts, and then began recounting her past.
Initially, she had not wanted to talk about these things. After all, they were her tragic past, and it was only through prolonged suffering that she'd come to understand that, apart from her own parents, no one truly wished for her to do well.
