Growing up, Tang Yaxuan had always been her parents' darling, a daughter who brought them endless comfort, but she was by no means a clueless little fool.
During a period when her parents were temporarily separated for work, she lived with her mother in a small rural school. It was poor, dirty, and smelly. She was very young back then and would often see her mother cover her face and break down in tears. She would cling to her mother, offering comfort and support. The two of them, mother and daughter, relied on each other to get through those difficult days.
Because her younger brother had been taken away by people sent from their grandmother in Beijing right after he was born, her mother treated her as her lifeline. If Tang Yaxuan had so much as a fever or a headache, her mother would immediately send for her father. Her father would always come rushing back, sparing no effort no matter how arduous the journey of hundreds of miles.
