"Don't cry, don't cry, Ruowei, don't cry."
Meili immediately took little Ruowei into her arms, looked at the little girl sitting beside her in a daze, and couldn't help but yell: "Go get a bowl for your sister."
The little girl hurriedly ran to the kitchen to fetch a bowl, and when she came back, the woman scolded her again: "Clean up the broken bowl."
The little girl took the broom and quietly cleaned up the shattered bowl, cleared the table after eating, washed the dishes and utensils, and then returned to her room.
The little girl pulled out a photo from the drawer and held it as she silently cried.
Mom, where are you.
...
Tears, dripping one by one from her eyes, seemed to drain all her tears.
Lan Xin Ai let the tears flow, yearning for maternal love at the age of ten, being bullied by classmates, and always returning home to the scolding of Meili.
