[Past and present lives + pocket dimension + raising children + everyday family life]
White hair, a son sent off, the north wind calls; yellow earth buries bones, the sunset weeps.
Wen Xiu, sixty-five years old, died of heartbreak.
She had four daughters.
Half a year ago, her third daughter died in an accident. The immense grief completely broke Wen Xiu.
On the brink of death, she was filled with regret... She had been a failure as a mother.
A week ago, after her husband beat her, she fled back to her parents’ home and discovered she had been reborn.
She had returned to thirty-five years earlier.
Wonderful! The children were still young. She couldn’t let Third Girl come to harm, and she had to find Fourth Girl, too.
In a daze, she heard her stepmother’s concerned voice beside her.
Her stepmother was a taciturn woman who rarely smiled.
Wen Xiu had never met her birth mother and had always treated her stepmother as her own.
After her father passed away, she became her stepmother’s capable assistant.
She remembered how, when she was little, her stepmother taught her to light a stove, braid her hair, and make a whistle from willow branches.
As she grew older, she gradually realized these were only gestures, no more than a stepmother fulfilling her duty.
Two wells stood side by side, one deep and one shallow.
Just as Wen Xiu was being tormented half to death by her cruel husband, she realized her stepmother seemed to have changed how she treated her...
There are so many typos, 🙅