Zhou Miaqing's mouth was dry and she hesitated to speak. After a long pause, she finally apologized and said, "Mom, can I discuss something with you? Can I go home after the Spring Festival?"
Her mother felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, but instead of scolding her immediately, she calmly asked, "Why?"
Zhou Miaqing hurriedly explained about selling shoes with her roommate at the stall. "Now, my roommate and her brothers are going home. I want to take some of the unsold goods to sell. I can earn some extra money that way, so my living expenses for next semester will be covered. That way, Dad and Mom won't have to work so hard."
The anger her mother had been suppressing instantly dissipated, leaving only a sense of being moved and reluctant. Her voice choked slightly as she spoke, "Silly girl, our family isn't so poor that you need to earn money while studying. You're breaking my heart!"
"Mom..." Zhou Miaqing also cried.
