Fu Bing walked onto the balcony. There were a few small stools there, just like the ones at her mother's home.
The house was small, and she used to sit on the balcony to do her homework while her mother embroidered in the living room.
At that time, the television volume would be turned down very low. She would listen to the TV and the sound of children playing downstairs. Looking up, she could see the distant, fiery sunset clouds.
That was the first time she tasted happiness and stability.
Such days did not last long. Her mother soon fell ill, and Fu Bing had to quickly support the family. She was like a spinning top, constantly twirling without rest.
「Afterward.」
She met the dazzling Qin Jinhai.
