In the deep mountains of Lingnan, Xiaoman grew up holding on to his second sister's contract of prostitution.
In a single-parent family, the family's livelihood is carried on their young shoulders.
There are no system plug-ins, no golden fingers for time travel, and only a pair of worn bare feet to find a way out of the cracks between Han Chinese and slang.
When Kuwawa learned how to turn Coptis chinensis into honey in the past, this weed that emerged from the swamp would eventually become the eaves of the family.
(No time travel, purely aboriginal development story, diary of a girl from a poor family breaking out of her cocoon, please bear with me for the first time. I hope this wild flower that takes root in the wind and rain can live in your heart.)
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