Chapter 5: The Life She Leads
She walked to the roadside flowerbed and sat down to rest her heavy legs. She came back alone, and she left alone.
The Qin Family didn’t welcome her, and the Qin Family didn’t like her either, including her own father.
Indeed, what use did they have for her?
She was of no use to them, brought no benefits to the Qin Family, but was instead a burden. If she were them, she thought, she wouldn’t like such a self either.
What was good about her, really, what was good?
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. How come she was increasingly unable to make sense of life?
She placed her bag on her lap, opened it, and found very little inside. No money, no belongings, only enough for her fare, not even spare change for a meal. There were also a few pastries she brought from home and two buns given by Aunt Hua–not many, just a few, something that not even she understood, let alone others.
She took out a bottle, also from Aunt Hua, a large bottle of water she had been reluctant to drink, fearing she’d have nothing to wash down the pastries with.
The pastries were days old, homemade, with some shortening mixed in during baking. Though now dry, they weren’t as hard as stones. As for the buns, they were still soft. She was reluctant to eat them; after finishing the pastries, then she could eat the buns.