Two days before the summer break began, Li Honghong returned, carrying her son in her arms.
She had lost a significant amount of weight, her skin was tanned and weathered, and wrinkles had appeared on her face. Her hair, which had once been thick, black, and straight, was now turning yellow. She looked as if she had aged ten years overnight.
Because she could no longer afford the quality formula she had once used, her son was thin and tiny. At six months old, he was barely any larger than a newborn; he could not yet crawl and had only just learned to roll over the previous month.
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