A Scenic View in Huai’an

(Why can't I edit it after it's marked complete? I'm going crazy. I want to improve my A Jing.)

Dear elder sister, I hope this letter finds you well.

The flowers of Huai'an have bloomed in the capital. Won't you come back and see them?

The flowers of Huai'an have bloomed in the capital. But the people of Huai'an have withered here.

I'll never forget how Grandmother clutched my hand as she died and told me not to hate.

But I have no choice. I hate that my father's eyes see nothing but power and status. I hate my mother's favoritism and hypocrisy. I hate how others trample and humiliate us. Most of all, I hate the injustice of Heaven's way.

So they all deserve to die.