Her Little Yu was indeed quiet and not good at sweet-talking and cajoling people. Every ti she cooked, Little Yu would tend to the fire under the stove. When she was thirsty, Little Yu would proactively bring her water and even prepare the water for her to wash her feet at night... How could such a considerate and sensible child be an ungrateful wretch?
"Aunt Li, Aunt Li, it was she who disowned her mother first!" San Ni had received embroidery guidance from Lixiu and held her in high esteem. Seeing Lixiu defending the clearly at-fault Si Nier, San Ni couldn’t help but feel extrely wronged.
Lixiu did not pay attention to San Ni and turned to look at the silent Si Nier, "Little Yu, they are all your family. Over the years, they have worried about you every single day. No matter how resentful you are in your heart, they have never done anything to wrong you. Can’t you forgive them?"
Si Nier lifted her head and looked straight at Lixiu, her voice revealing a heart-wrenchingly hoarse tone, "Do you not want either?"
Lixiu’s tears were nearly forced out by these words. She shook her head frantically and touched Si Nier’s face, saying, "Little Yu, I wish you were my daughter, but they are your real family."
Si Nier seed not to have heard the latter part of the sentence; a look of utter innocence spread across her face as she hugged Lixiu’s waist and said, "I’m so well-behaved, I knew Mother wouldn’t abandon ."
Lixiu could not bring herself to push away Si Nier, who was clinging to her so earnestly, yet the painful cries of Wu’s echoed in her ears, preventing her from hugging Si Nier back and saying the words "Mother wants you."
"Si Nier, it’s Mother’s fault. Can you forgive , please? I really made a mistake, wuu wuu—"
Wu’s sobbed, looking at her younger daughter who didn’t even glance at her once. She had never imagined that upon eting again, instead of the joy of a reunited family, she would be plunged into an even deeper abyss of pain.
Her younger daughter must have suffered so much to hate her so deeply. Even though they had t once before, how could she have failed to recognize her own flesh and blood?
Recalling that encounter, the little face covered with scabs from wounds beyond recognition, that emaciated figure, those hollow eyes... Every scene was like a sharp spine, piercing viciously into the depths of Wu’s heart!
It was she who had failed Si Nier. She had given birth to her but had not protected her. It was she, as a mother, who had let her down. What right did she have to ask for Si Nier’s forgiveness? How could she bla Si Nier for being unfilial and for not acknowledging her mother?
At that mont, Liu Qingqing appeared, leading Shitou by the hand. Both of them looked at Wu’s, then at Si Nier, and without a word, walked behind Wu’s to console her.
Si Nier, buried in Lixiu’s embrace, seed to sense sothing. She straightened up, and her gaze swept past Shitou’s face, flashing sothing before settling on Wu’s. Her eyes, beyond the indifference and resentnt, carried profound pain.
She closed her eyes, then reopened them, and there was nothing left in her eyes: "You can go back now. I don’t want to see you, you... just pretend I’m dead!"
Just pretend she was dead. She had always been superfluous, so who was she crying for now? She would never forget that despicable old woman, who had said, "Make trouble again, and we’ll exchange Shitou for another child to eat." How this so-called mother had clutched tightly to her younger brother and watched, silent, as Si Nier was taken away by the trafficker.
She cried and pleaded, but aside from her elder sister, who had been knocked unconscious, no one would save her, not one person!
She was superfluous!
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