She sat on the sofa, her heart feeling somewhat weary as she looked up at the ceiling's chandelier, its sparkling crystal spheres reflected her tiny silhouette.
She remembered the year she turned five, how she had just attended her mother's funeral, still clad in mourning attire, when she was sent to the countryside of Xiangcheng.
She didn't know why she had ended up in such a remote and impoverished place, and it wasn't until she saw the car disappearing into the distance that she realized she seemed to have been abandoned.
She ran after the car for a long distance, until it was no longer in sight.
The barking of dogs all around made her tremble with fear, she called out loudly for her dad and mom, but no one responded.
The family that took her in was very poor; her foster father was always drinking, and her foster mother was a weak woman.
