i Mengyao, our famili

the following year, my father tragically di

an eight-year-

ey moved into my father's house, throwing out all of his belongings. I begged on my

whom she considered her true child. My existence was me

ain, often hitting me and denying me food. I was forced

use, clinging to the phot

en that from me. When I tried to retri

belt, tore the photograph to pieces, a

. I knelt at the door, begg

t in, Li Mengyao a

and and led m

raged at the injustice. He leveraged his i

ssed with Li's father and decided to let

ian angel. On that rainy day,

d I was willing to g

gs to Li Mengyao. She giggled and hugged

ss. The one I loved loved me back

attend a better school, Li Mengyao said

I disregarded everything

ngyao met Zhang Xuan, and

gyao, exasperated, said, "That was so lon

What kind of mother treats her child like that?

Lu Tao, saying she didn't want Zhang Xuan to

ike a constant irrit

o away during our dates

ument with Li Mengyao, resulting in us

rn out, and cried while holding my hand, "Can't you f

ressed, my heart s