Yunyi saw her like this and probably guessed something. "What's wrong?"
Wei Zijia looked up at the night sky. "I feel lost, not knowing what to do after today."
Yunyi glanced over at Qiao Wenyu and saw that he had been staring intently in her direction, not even blinking, as if afraid to miss something.
She couldn't help but find it amusing.
Turning to Wei Zijia, she said, "If you're willing, I can listen."
Wei Zijia hadn't expected Yunyi to be so understanding. "My biological father died of illness. Later, I followed my mother and moved into my stepfather's house, becoming the 'burden' that others talked about.
"In the beginning, my mother still protected me, but as she kept getting pregnant and having children, I, her 'burden' of a daughter, became obviously less important.
"After all, a phrase she often repeated was that my father had died of illness, not only leaving her no assets but also a considerable amount of debt.
