The boy's crying paused.
Then he heard the woman in the wig continue, "I'm really exhausted. The bedroom is a full three meters away from the living room. Every day, I go back and forth on this three-meter path without seeing any hope, while you run hopefully between the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and the market!"
Yu Xia slowly crunched the chips on her fingers, the sound quite noticeable.
"That's really tiring. It's three meters, even a high amputee would take two minutes to crawl through, it's just too far."
Others: "..."
Xie Qingci''s hand lightly clenched into a fist to cover the corner of his mouth; he couldn't hold back his laughter.
The woman with the wig sobbed for a while, and the boy lowered his head, blaming himself, "It's my fault, for not giving you a better life, three meters is indeed far. How about this—"
