Jia Xiufang was downstairs making phone calls with great enthusiasm, while Qian sat beside her, looking at her mother's no-longer-young face.
Her mom was a beauty when she was young and had a romantic past with Chen Lin. Dating was different in those days; giving each other food or casting a furtive glance while working in the production team was quite forward back then.
"Her fourth aunt, my daughter has become successful..."
Jia Xiufang was just laughing, but now she's crying again.
Qian handed her a tissue, and Jia Xiufang blew her nose, continuing to ramble.
Qian looked at her mom, who aged and didn't pay attention to keeping fit, buying cheap market clothes, T-shirts costing a few dollars, washed to the point of changing color. She's afraid of the leftover food going bad, so she eats it all by herself.
Her body changed from eating that, getting a bunch of illnesses, and breaking her heart for this family, but who ever appreciated her?
