Yet, in the Ye Family's woodshed, Mrs. Li and Ye Erya were eating cornbread with Chinese cabbage, listening to the sounds of Mrs. He dividing things and the children's cheers coming from the main house, their eyes filled with suppressed hatred.
"Mother, I don't want to live this life anymore, can we leave the Ye Family?" Ye Erya's eyes brimmed with tears, and if one could ignore the hatred in those eyes, combined with her frail body, she indeed looked rather pitiable and delicate.
Mrs. Li patted Ye Erya's back, a flicker of restraint in her eyes, "We have not a single copper coin between us, mother and daughter. Leaving the Ye Family means having no means to live. Erya, endure a little longer. In another year or two, you'll be of age to discuss marriage, and once you are married, things will be better!"
