Born at Dawn, Dead by Dusk

The first time I met Xiao Cui,

she was white-haired and looked as if she were about to kneel before me.

Then she said that Miss had told her there were no slaves in New China.

I thought she was mentally ill,

after all, many of the elderly people in this sanatorium had already lost their wits.

The last time I saw Xiao Cui,

she looked young and innocent.

As she knelt on the ground, crying and kowtowing to me,

I took her hand.

“New China has no slaves.”