Sylvia Anderson deeply understood her father's intentions.
She was no longer a child. She had endured all these years; could she really not stand it for these few months?
Late at night, the wind rustled the curtains, and the young girl sat by the window in her nightgown, her third day of insomnia.
She was listless.
On the fifth day of insomnia, she reached a conclusion that she couldn't wait for these few months.
Therefore, Sylvia took advantage of her parents not paying attention and had Uncle Jack Hugh take her to the performance venue.
Initially, Jack Hugh was unwilling, and he covered his ears with his hands: "Sylvia, you're risking my life here. If your dad finds out, he'll skin me alive."
"He won't, Uncle, he really won't. I promise."
"Don't promise anything. I won't agree to this. You know going now won't be good for him or you, why can't you just wait a bit longer?"
"I won't do anything, just want to take a peek." The girl's clear eyes drooped like a stray cat.
