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When Sang Zhilan left Sha Village, the villagers looked at her differently. She could vaguely hear whispers of “abandoning wife and daughter” and “flighty,” making her face burn as if it had been scalded with boiling water. She quickly covered her face with her sleeve and did not dare to stay a second longer.

However, when she left the village, she suddenly changed her direction.

She headed towards Li Tang Village.

Tang Yuxin picked up her rice bran jar again and practiced her needlework skills. She started this practice when she was over three years old and had been practicing for two years now. As she grew, so did the strength in her fingers. Now she could pierce the rice bran jar entirely. Chen Zhong said she would soon be able to use a skin slab. Anyway, she had always been pushed in this way, so she, this little Miaomiao, was used to being cultivated hard.

“Yuxin, how could you be using a needle?” A sharp voice rang out.

Tang Yuxin lifted her face holding the rice bran jar and saw someone she hadn’t seen in a long while – Sang Zhilan. If everything had followed the trajectory of her previous life, she would now be at the Wei Family’s house, laboring for them, and serving Wei Jiani hand and foot. And Sang Zhilan, her mother, would always say the same phrases.

Yuxin, you’re the older sister, so you need to give way to your younger sister.

Yuxin, you’re the older sister, how could you bully your younger sister?

Yuxin, you’re the older sister, your sister just likes someone. Aren’t you supposed to make it happen for her?

She made sacrifices for others, but who was there to make sacrifices for her?

She held the rice bran jar and turned to run.

“What happened?” Tang Zhinian lowered his head, looking at his daughter hanging onto his leg. Wasn’t she outside, enjoying the warmth just a while ago? Before he could ask anything more, he heard a woman’s scream following a set of footsteps from outside.

“Tang Zhinian, how could you let my daughter play with a needle? Are you trying to kill her?”

Tang Zhinian picked up his daughter. His once good-natured face now showed no hint of a smile. Before, every time he saw Sang Zhilan, he was cautious and careful, even if he didn’t eat or wear enough, he always put his wife first. Now, seeing Sang Zhilan again, he just felt disgusted that he once shared a bed with such a woman.

“Tang Zhinian, don’t you know how dangerous a needle can be?”

Sang Zhilan took a step forward, meaning to take the rice bran jar from the arms of Tang Yuxin who was in Tang Zhinian’s embrace.

Tang Yuxin held onto her rice bran jar a bit more tightly and then turned her little body, burying her small face and the rice bran jar in Tang Zhinian’s chest, not even giving Sang Zhilan a glance. Her little bit of mother-daughter sentiment had all but dissipated in her two lifetimes.

Tang Zhinian took a step back, causing Sang Zhilan’s grasping hand to come up empty.

“What are you here for?”

The question he asked carried hardly any emotion. Father and daughter were both hiding as if from some flood or fierce beast. This was too hard for Sang Zhilan to bear.

“I’m here to take my daughter away,” Sang Zhilan couldn’t stand it. The once obedient Tang Zhinian, who never contradicted her, was now avoiding her as if she were a ghost.

In her consciousness, even though they were divorced, Tang Zhinian was supposed to be hers for life. Not because she loved Tang Zhinian, but because she had given birth to his daughter, extending the Tang Family line. Tang Zhinian owed her for that.