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Chapter 174 Collapse
In the past, the aunt she knew was a tiny person among countless women who had tragic lives.
The other party was born in an ignorant family that favored boys over girls. Her family unconditionally allocated all resources to her good-for-nothing brother, and she never had a happy childhood.
Even after growing up, all they get from their families is exploitation and oppression from their original families.
But the other party was lucky. He caught up with the education universalization reform plan and had the opportunity to receive education, acquire knowledge and skills, broaden his horizons and change his life destiny.
This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity allows the other party to break free from the shackles of poverty, feudalism and ignorance.
It also allows the other person to have a stable job through unremitting efforts and earn enough money to support the family.
Instead of being reduced to tools of trade and slavery like those people in the past, and being eaten till nothing is left but bones.
But the other party is unfortunate.
There are opportunities, but no courage to challenge ignorance and slavery.
I have spent my entire life trying to get out of the shadow of my original family.
She is the product of domestication in the feudal era.
Even if he had the ability to break free from the whip and the opportunity to escape from this land and go to the wider world outside.
However, because of her deep-rooted slave nature, she would voluntarily bend her back so that her parents, brothers, sisters, husband, and children could lie on her and drink her blood and eat her flesh.
Once, she naively thought that her aunt's kindness to her came from the repair and healing of her miserable childhood.
Because I had been caught in the rain before, when I saw her in the same situation, I became the one holding the umbrella.
As a person who has received someone's favor, you can also tolerate the other person's imperfections and flaws in human nature.
After all, the other party is just a kind, pitiful, miserable woman, a victim of ignorant feudal ideology.
The other party has done his best to help her, so how could she go further and demand that the other party be fair in every aspect?
Her greatest wish was to take this pathetic man and free him from the quagmire of stench and ugly faces after she had the ability to do so, and to live a new life full of hope and a bright future.
In the past days, this wish and belief was like a bright light illuminating the road ahead, and she therefore regarded it as the direction of her life.
She did rely on the faith and perseverance that burned like a flame in her heart to overcome the many obstacles in her life and cross the seemingly insurmountable barriers.
Whenever she gets frustrated or feels tired, she will think of him.
Thinking about her happiness and misfortune.
And take it as a warning, reminding myself never to repeat the same mistakes and never to give in.
She not only walks the path the other party has walked, but also walks the forbidden areas that the other party dares not to step into.
She neither believes in fate nor accepts it.
She also firmly believed that she would never end up in the same miserable situation as the other person.
Just when everything was slowly getting better and she could see the light of hope ahead, fate dealt her a heavy blow.
The tower of faith that took twenty years to build collapsed in an instant.
She looked at her arms that were covered with bright red and purple handprints. Before this, she had never known that a dying person could have such great strength.
Should she hate it?
Maybe.
After all, the other party was the murderer who took away her life.
It was the source of all the suffering she had endured during the past twenty years.
She knew that the man kept expressing his guilt and regret before his death and gave up all his dignity to seek her forgiveness, not because his death was approaching and his conscience suddenly became clear.
After all, in the past twenty years, the other party had had countless opportunities to tell her the truth and send her back to her biological family when faced with inner uneasiness and condemnation of conscience.
The other party clearly had countless opportunities to make up for the mistakes they made with practical actions.
But never actually put it into action.
The reason why the other party held her hand tightly before he died and begged for her forgiveness was only out of fear of death. He was afraid that he would suffer retribution in the underworld and end up with a miserable death.
What's even more ridiculous is that the other party had obviously been squeezed dry of every last drop of blood by his family, but before he died, he was still thinking about the benefits and interests they could get.
"How shameless."
Amid the deafening thunder, bean-sized raindrops hit her head. In an instant, the rain became heavier, soaking her hair and clothes.
Pedestrians around hurriedly covered their heads and ran to the nearest shelter.
But she seemed unaware of the coldness of her body. She just dragged her numb and tired body and walked slowly and aimlessly in the rain.
She knew she should hate the other person, hate her for joining forces with others to take away everything that originally belonged to her.
She knew that she could never tolerate the other party's evil deeds and should fight for justice for herself.
She knew that she should use the sharpest words and curses to vent out the grievances she had suffered over the past twenty years.
She knew that she should celebrate the other person's death, but she should also hate that the other person died too early. Before she had the chance to protect her with her own hands, she watched her get the punishment she deserved before she hurriedly left the world.
she knows……
She knows all about it...
but--
“How shameless…”
Why even after knowing the whole truth;
After having perfectly justified reasons for hatred and revenge;
After watching the other person die with fear;
After going through so much and ending up in this situation...
“How shameless…”
Why, what came to her mind was still the strength with which the other person helped her up from the ground and brushed off the dust after she fell;
When he was sick, he hunched over and ran desperately with his deformed back bare;
When she is cold, the other person holds her cold palm and uses his body temperature and the hot breath to dispel the cold;
Why, even at this moment, she still thinks of the occasional care and love the other party had shown her over the past twenty years?
She looked ahead blankly, and suddenly felt a dull pain in her heart, as if a storm was carrying a blade that was raging in her chest, leaving bloody marks.
why?
She stopped where she was, slowly squatted down, hugged her knees, and rested her chin lightly on her arms.
she thinks.
Maybe it's because this is the best thing she has ever gotten in her cruel life.
Just like the faint candlelight in the darkness that can be extinguished at any time, it will disappear with a blow of wind.
But it was the brightest light she had ever seen.
It is also the only warm memory of her childhood.
And the few kindnesses I have received.
She was like a hungry person who accidentally got a little food to fill her stomach, and then spent the rest of her life blindly searching for the unforgettable taste of that year.
For countless days and nights, memories will cover it with a gorgeous coat and put it in an exquisite gift box, so that every time she thinks of it, she will think it is a delicious meal comparable to a state banquet.
But in fact, what she got was just a small piece of steamed bun that was covered with fungi, hard, sour, and covered with dirt.
The moment she faced reality, she should have thrown the steamed bun on the ground, stomped on it a few times, and also spit on the person who gave her the steamed bun.
But not only did she not do that, she held it in her hand, savoring the original taste, but at the same time she was unwilling to give up and wanted to taste the difference between the two with her own mouth.
"How shameless."
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, half drooping to cover her eyes, casting a shadow and hiding the dark expression in her eyes.
The rain was pouring down, and the mist and water vapor blurred her huddled figure.
A black luxury car stopped by the roadside.
The car door opened and a man in a well-tailored black suit got out of the car.
He was tall and straight, with steady and powerful steps. He walked to her side in the rain, stopped, and slowly opened the umbrella in his hand to shield her head from the rain.
The rain hit the umbrella, making a clicking sound.
The man's eyes were deep and focused, but he said nothing. He just stared at her quietly.
Finally, he sighed, took off his suit jacket which was slightly damp on the outside but dry and warm on the inside, and leaned over to cover her with it.
"Qin Lingzheng..."
The voice is very soft.
She looked up, her expression unclear.
The rain flowed down his pale cheeks and mixed with the other water marks.
Suddenly he chuckled again.
His eyebrows curved slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose, revealing an indescribable smile.
"...I have no relatives anymore."