Miao Hongqi’s new life was snatched back by everyone.
Without them, she would still be Miao Yulan who tirelessly struggled and might have starved to death one day.
Since the day she came out of the health clinic, she decided to spend the rest of her life repaying everyone.
At a time when everyone wanted to leave, she chose to stay, to help the principal sustain the village school, to see the children off to a better future.
Wang Hong looked at her, her raised hand unable to come down.
She sniffed and said in a stern voice, "You don’t need to worry about these things. Our commune has plenty of veteran teachers; do you really think life couldn’t go on without you? Hurry up, take your books, and go to the review class with me."
Miao Hongqi smiled, "Aunt Wang, I’ve already given my books to Daxi."
Wang Hong’s hand landed on Miao Hongqi’s back again.
Then, she grabbed the back of Miao Hongqi’s collar and dragged her out.