Zhao Xiahe watched Dashan roasting the rabbit from the side.
She didn't know what to do in the future. It seemed like relying on herself, she couldn't get out of the situation.
Unconsciously, her gaze drifted towards Dashan. He was a particularly burly man, intimidating at first glance, not unattractive, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose bridge.
Actually, if he wasn't from the mountains, he would probably already have several children, right?
Thinking about the hundred yuan her mother gave her, she still felt some resentment towards her. What's wrong with wanting a good life? Is it wrong to pursue what I want?
Why do they see it as unforgivable?
Everyone wants a good life, wants to eat meat every day, to have new clothes to wear, to buy whatever they like, to live in a nice house.
Is there anything wrong with such pursuits? It's their parents' incompetence, everything has to be fought for by the children themselves.
