Later, when Li Dahe was writing Lin Nianhe's file evaluation, he resisted hundreds of times before he controlled his hand not to write "she never succumbed no matter how many beatings she took."
Later and later on, Li Dahe's evaluation of Lin Nianhe became: "I've seen a countless number of kids in my life, but her, I misjudged... I initially thought she was a soft persimmon. I was even afraid she'd die in the countryside... For this, my mother-in-law scolded me in my dreams eight hundred times."
Lin Nianhe's arrival was like pressing a sudden pause on the tragic atmosphere.
The aunties silently looked at her, their tearful eyes as if to say: You'd better have something important.
Lin Nianhe flashed them an ingratiating smile, not stepping inside the room, just poking her head in, hands tightly gripping the door frame as if she was ready to run at any moment.
"Aunties, we have a few words to speak with Yafei. Maybe you can continue crying after we're done?"
