Chapter 3 Give up
Su Yuanyuan wiped away the thoughts of seeking death; this was definitely not something she did. She couldn't admit it even if beaten to death, even if others thought she was a fool, she couldn't let others think she didn't want to live.
The three women exchanged glances, looking at the little girl's serious, annoyed face, they had already believed her words in their hearts.
"Girl, I'll go make you a bowl of ginger soup. Drink it, but don't get sick, okay?"
"Aunt, it's already late. You all should go back. Thank you for the brown sugar and ginger from the two aunts. I can make it myself later."
The three nodded and left. They all had big families to take care of.
Su Yuanyuan lay in bed, feeling itchy all over, knowing after about ten minutes that no one else would come. She thought about going into the space.
She picked up scissors and cut her yellow, thin layer of hair. At this time, she didn't need to go out, and it would be a few months until spring, by then her hair should have grown out.
Lying in the bathtub, she inadvertently recalled her past life. When her parents divorced during her childhood, she became the unwanted burden, kicked around. She didn't mind though; there was a lot of money thrown at her by her father every time he drank too much, plus the cold cuts she saved up in the space, she figured she could last a few years without issue. However, as she was too young, it was her ailing grandmother who raised her. So she grew up in the countryside.
Her father claimed to be a proud, ambitious grassroots success story. He was terrified of others mentioning his background, hence he divorced her mother, who had only primary education, by any means necessary.