My daughter merely knocked over a glass of water belonging to his canary.
When he found out, he locked her in a pitch-black room.
For the first time, I swallowed my pride and begged him: "Zhou Yan, Yiyi has been afraid of the dark since she was little. Please, let our daughter go."
But all he cared about was the child in his canary's belly. "It's your fault for not raising her properly. That's why she's so jealous. Today she knocked over Miaomiao's water, and next time she'll push Miaomiao down!"
I pleaded, "I'll be your servant, I'll do anything. Please, let my daughter go."
He looked down at me and said, "Miaomiao likes tea brewed with dew. You must spend all night collecting dew in the garden."
"Whatever Miaomiao asks you to do, you must obey."
As long as he gave my daughter back, I would do anything!
Even when she put her foot on my face and whipped me with a riding crop, I didn't utter a single complaint.
At last, I said weakly, "Zhou Yan, I've done everything you asked. Can Yiyi come out now?"
