If Fu Minghua's hypocrisy weren't so apparent, she might have truly believed how beautifully it was written, full of a father's caring heart and concern for his daughter away from home.
The dim light cast a mocking smirk on her face.
"Home is always dependable? Quite a nice saying." Fu Xiaoxiao muttered softly, her voice full of disdain.
Fu Xiaoxiao's gaze wandered, her thoughts drifting back to the past years of the original owner.
Fu Minghua never showed genuine care during her childhood, and Mrs. Fu's constant beating and scolding coupled with his indifferent neglect were like scars etched in her heart.
Owing to the original owner's memories, she never felt the warmth of home.
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In the early morning, just as the sky was breaking light, the original owner scrambled up from the bed, her small figure bustling between the communal kitchen and home.
