Zhou Mingzhu returned home brimming with anticipation, hoping to see the two little ones in their usual well-behaved state. What she saw, however, took her completely by surprise.
Two small figures were curled up by the threshold, looking like a pair of kittens that had lost a fight.
Qitong’s chubby, round face was clearly marked by two scratches, and her hair was a tangled mess, looking like a bird’s nest. Her bright red jacket was covered in mud stains, and a tear at the elbow revealed the cotton stuffing inside. Her most prized pair of trousers—the ones embroidered with little tigers—had patterns so faded and smudged that it was impossible to tell what color the original thread had been.
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