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The girl was an orphan, and so was her brother.
Perhaps it was not entirely accurate to describe them as orphans, for their mother was still alive.
However, for the two siblings, their circumstances were no different from those of true orphans.
When the girl was six years old, her father died in an accident while working away from home.
Though her memories of that time were hazy, she could still faintly recall a man who loved to carry her around the fields, running joyfully.
Back then, the wind would happily brush against her cheeks, and the golden rice stalks would sway in the breeze like waves on the sea.
He would lift her high above his head as they ran through the rippling wheat fields, and at her startled cries, he would flash a bright and joyful smile.
But all of that came to an end with the arrival of the black urn sent back from the factory.
At that time, Snow did not understand what sadness meant, nor did she grasp the concept of death.
She simply hid quietly behind the door with her brother, feeling a mix of curiosity and fear as they watched their mother—who already had a bad temper—shouting angrily at those men who claimed to be friends of their father. In a fit of rage, their mother kicked over the black urn that had been placed in the center of the room.
Thus, on the tilted urn's surface, Snow saw a face that was both familiar and distant.
That face, which seemed to always wear a cheerful smile, was now frozen in an old black-and-white photograph.
Is this Dad?
Snow felt puzzled because this version of her father seemed somewhat unfamiliar.
She didn't understand why her father left alone, only to return with just a photograph.
No matter what her mother was shouting about, the uncles who came with the photos of her father looked very angry. But why hadn't her father shown up yet?
Xue didn't comprehend, but as she gazed at the black-and-white photo on the urn, an inexplicable pain welled up in her chest.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of finality—she would never see her father again.
Then she turned to look at her mother, who was yelling and stomping around.
That woman was furiously stepping on the black urn, venting her frustrations.
Although her mother often scolded Xue and sometimes hit her for no reason, she was still her mother.
Her parents were the most important people in Xue's life; she had to respect her mother.
Yet seeing how her mother treated the photo of her father made Xue furrow her brows, a wave of sadness washing over her heart.
Why was her mother so angry?
Xue didn't understand.
Still, even though her mother seemed very upset, Xue loved her dearly.
So when that night, her mother walked out of the house carrying a large bundle, Xue happily followed after her.
"Mom, where are you going? Can I come with you?"
Standing under the eaves, Snow watched as her mother opened the umbrella and eagerly moved closer.
However, the girl's adorable smile only earned her a merciless shove.
With a heavy push, the woman sent the girl sprawling, not caring whether Snow would be hurt by the impact. Annoyed, she began to scold.
"All you do is whine about going out! Where do you think you're going? You're so annoying, do you know that? I must have been crazy to marry that useless man and give birth to such a good-for-nothing little pest."
The woman's shove wasn't particularly strong, but it was still an overwhelming force for Snow.
The girl's fragile body slammed against the doorframe behind her, letting out a painful cry.
"Mommy, it hurts," she whimpered, clutching her head where a large bump had formed, tears streaming down her face.
"All you do is cry!" The more Snow cried, the more irritated her mother became.
With a sharp slap across the girl's face, she shouted, "Stop crying! Do you hear me?"
Yet with a red handprint on her cheek, Snow only cried harder.
The woman, exasperated, yelled, "Cry, cry, cry! That's all you know how to do! You're just like your useless father—nothing but a burden! And what about working to earn money? You didn't bring home a single cent and almost lost your life in the process. Now I’m left with two burdens to carry. I've had enough!"
With that, the woman hefted her bag onto her back and stepped into the rain.
"Mommy... Wuwu... Where are you going? Wuwu... Please don't go, Snow won't make you angry again. Wuwu... Can you come back?"
Watching her mother walk away with the umbrella, Snow felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety and sorrow filling her chest.
The girl cried as she chased after her, but one misstep caused her to slip and fall into the muddy water. The cold sensation soaked her body, making her cry even harder.
Yet, no matter how heartbroken and pitiful the girl appeared in the mud, the woman didn’t even glance back.
Amidst the heavy rain, the woman walked further away.
“Waaah… Mommy… Mommy, don’t go! I’m sorry, Mommy, please come back! Waaah…”
Wiping away the tears streaming down her face, the girl watched helplessly as the woman grew more distant. In desperation, she struggled in the mud.
However, her frantic movements only splashed mud all over her body without achieving anything.
Gradually, the pouring cold rain completely drenched her.
“Xue! What are you doing?”
A panicked voice suddenly called from behind, and the girl struggled to stand up.
Standing dazed in the rain, she let the torrential downpour soak her. She stood there, sorrowfully wiping her face with water that was indistinguishable from tears or rain.
Turning around, she saw her uncle standing under the eaves with a look of shock and anger. Xue cried out in distress, “Uncle… Waaah… Uncle, Mommy left! Mommy left… Waaah… Mommy doesn’t want me anymore! Waaah…”
The seventeen-year-old boy’s furious gaze shifted from the girl to the increasingly indifferent figure disappearing into the distance.
Looking at his sister-in-law, he roared in anger.
“Leave! Just leave! If you go, never come back! You don’t want your daughter or son? I do! I will help my brother raise them! You worthless woman! Go as far away as you can and don’t ever let me see you again!”
The boy shouted in anger, as if he wanted to vent all the pent-up fury inside him.
Without a second thought, he rushed into the heavy downpour, cradling his shivering niece in his arms.
He didn’t glance back at the receding figure even once. This seventeen-year-old boy held his cold, trembling niece tightly as he dashed into the house.
“Uncle… wuwuwu… Uncle…” The girl sobbed in his embrace, her voice breaking. “Mommy is gone, mommy is gone, wuwu… Uncle, please go get mommy back. I promise I won’t make her angry anymore. I’ll be good from now on, wuwuwu…”
Seeing his niece cry so hard she seemed on the verge of fainting, the boy’s anger burned fiercely in his eyes, almost spilling over.
He gritted his teeth and glared at the woman’s figure disappearing into the rain, every muscle in his body tensed with rage.
“Xue, that woman is dead! We won’t care about her anymore! Never again!”
The cold rain poured down relentlessly, bringing an unforgiving chill to the world.
From that moment on, the girl named Yang Xueqing became an orphan without parents.
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