They didn't want me, not because I wasn't good enough, just because I was a girl.
A sudden flood destroyed the village and also destroyed the last fantasy of a sixteen-year-old girl Zhao Yunxi about her family.
When the raging flood hit, the father did not hesitate to save the iron box containing the money, but let go of her hand; the mother tightly protected her feverish brother, watching her being swept away by the flood but indifferent. After she was lucky enough to be rescued, she was looking forward to being reunited with her family. What she was waiting for was not greetings, but cold expulsion and denial.
"You are not my daughter, my daughter is dead."
"Please be kind and let your brother go."
"We will cancel your account."
In the rural areas of the 1980s where patriarchal ideas were deeply rooted, Zhao Yunxi's existence itself was a mistake. She is regarded as a "loser" by her family, a stumbling block to her younger brother's happiness, and even being alive is an original sin.
