Jian Yixue was making breakfast, her hand hovering in the air with the frying pan.
She glanced out the window, the sun was big and dazzling.
The old TV in the living room was playing the weather forecast.
"Today's temperature in Ying City is between 27-33 degrees, sunny transitioning to cloudy…"
30 degrees, it's not cold.
Why did she feel chilled to the bone?
"Dad, what did you say?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"You wouldn't be unwilling, would you?" Jian's father questioned, "He's your real brother! Are you just going to watch him die?"
Jian Yixue felt wronged and wanted to cry.
What made her even more desperate was when her mother chimed in, "Xiaoxue, your dad and I are getting old, we can't have more children, there are just you, your sister, and brother. Your sister is at the age to get married… But you, oh Xiaoxue, what's the use of a girl reading books? I tell you, it's all useless! So, just for the Jian Family's bloodline, for mom and dad, save your brother!"
