My husband used the excuse that his nephew was young and needed more care to bring his younger brother and sister-in-law to live at the research institute where he worked.
Out in the countryside, I had to work the fields, serve my parents-in-law, and look after our two daughters.
I was only in my thirties, but I was already worn out like a woman in her fifties.
After three years of severe drought, I had drained the well to its very last drop, yet I still couldn't save my two daughters.
While I was grieving, my husband came home. I overheard him talking with his parents: "Xiaojun, those two money-losing girls are dead. You have to take good care of my two precious grandsons. Don't worry about home. Your old wife is looking after us. She wouldn't dare let us go hungry, even if she starved the children!"
I was so furious that I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time when my two daughters were still alive.
I packed my things and went to find my husband. Providing for his wife and children was his responsibility in the first place.
