These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

His eyes seemed to turn bloodshot.

Sweat dripped from her flowing long hair.

She shouted regardless of everything.

"You wish! You think you can get away with this just because you've dissolved the agreement?! Impossible! Impossible... I won't let you succeed! Bastard... I'm going to be the most despicable woman, ruining your life forever..." PS: Damn it, the popularity hasn't even reached two million. What kind of calculation method is this? It shouldn't be like this...

3. Returning Home (A long chapter of 6,000 characters)

It's not a story from that distant past.

With the wind and snow raging, her tattered cloth shoes left footprints on the snow that seemed like sharp blades.

Her toes were badly frostbitten.

The girl, almost trembling, was being coldly shoved by passersby who had no time to care about her surroundings on the bustling street.

She was thin and pale.

He was carrying only a small, patched cloth bag, yet he moved nervously through the crowd as if he were holding some precious treasure.

It seemed as if they were afraid someone would take it away.

However, the pale and thin girl seemed too unattractive to attract attention, or perhaps the cloth bag simply didn't look like it could hold any gold or silver treasures. People just passed by without even leaving a sympathetic glance.

She weaved through the streets and alleys, against the flow of people, like a lone gosling, her eyelashes frosted with cold. She trembled all over, but one pair of eyes still held a last vestige of passion and warmth.

It was as if all the warmth of his body came from those eyes that still held hope.

So she walked through the streets and alleys, bypassed the crowded main road, and finally arrived at the entrance of a side alley.

At the entrance to the alley, a filthy stench almost hits you.

On the ground on both sides of the alley, some homeless elderly people sat slumped down, perhaps with missing limbs or failing eyesight, almost on the verge of death.

She began cautiously, clutching her small cloth bag, trying to slip inside.

"what……!"

She screamed as an elderly man with wrinkled hands grabbed her trouser leg.

His face was so thin it was almost skin and bones, and his eyes were dull yet swollen as if they were about to pop out.

"Little girl...do you have anything to eat?" he asked.

"N-nothing..."

The little girl struggled to pull her leg out, and the other person seemed to try to crawl over, but after only a few steps, he collapsed to the ground, barely alive.

The little girl glanced back. Outside the entrance, people came and went. Some drove their luxurious carriages past in a grand and ostentatious manner, passing by his nearly dead body without stopping at all.

She looked at the old man on the ground, at his fingertips that could only move slightly.

The girl's eyes were filled with sorrow, but she shook her head fiercely.

"No...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...!"

Turning around, the girl ran into the deeper, darker alleyways.

There was a door, a dilapidated wooden door.

The surrounding courtyard walls were collapsed by the recent snowstorm, but they have not been repaired.

She pushed open the wooden door, which seemed like it would collapse at the slightest force, but she did so carefully, making very little noise.

She called out cautiously as she walked through the front room and around into the kitchen.

"Xiao Bao... Xiao Bao..."

A faint response came from the corner where firewood was piled up.

The girl ran over quickly, and on the pile of firewood lay an even younger boy, whose figure appeared even smaller than the girl's. His face, which should have been rosy-cheeked and white-toothed, was deathly pale.

His lips were chapped, his hands and feet were covered in chilblains, and his clothes were shockingly thin in this weather. He was just weakly hugging a few wads of cotton that smelled musty.

"elder sister……"

He said this with dry lips.

The girl squatted down, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Why are they still treating you like this..."

The little boy smiled, but the smile pulled at his lips, revealing his wound and causing blood to seep through.

"It's alright, sister... a few roof tiles have fallen off... but it's not easy for the house to leak air here... cough cough cough..."

"What’s wrong with you……?"

The girl's lips trembled as she helped the boy up. The boy forced a smile and shook his head, "It's nothing... I'm just a little thirsty..."

The girl immediately scooped a ladle of water from the kitchen water tank and handed it to the boy, watching him reluctantly drink it.

She slowly opened the cloth bag.

"Here... Xiao Bao, have some steamed buns. You must be very hungry, right?"

The boy looked at the clean steamed buns in the cloth bag, but he pushed them away.

"Sister, you haven't eaten yet..."

The girl paused for a moment, looked at the steamed bun, and shook her head.

"I... my sister has already eaten. They provide meals in the embroidery room... my sister is eating very well. It's just that I can only bring you two steamed buns, otherwise you'll get a beating if they find out..."

"That's good..."

The boy then took the steamed bun and ate it rather ravenously, drinking a sip of cold water whenever he was thirsty.

The wind howled outside, blasting against the windows and doors, as if it weren't snow or wind outside, but a roaring demon.

The girl stood in the crack of the window, shielding the boy from the wind and snow with her small body, and gently stroked his black hair.

Watching him wolf down his food, a genuine smile appeared on her face.

"Xiao Bao..."

"Ok?"

"Will you blame your sister... for leaving this home...?"

The girl looked at the boy with guilt.

The boy raised his head and revealed an innocent smile.

"No... I know... I know my sister is very capable... She can earn money by doing needlework in the embroidery workshop... Luckily, luckily you didn't come home..."

The girl's face darkened.

"He went gambling again?"

The boy's smile visibly disappeared, and then he nodded.

“Hmm… He went there just two days ago and didn’t come back overnight… Mother went to look for him… but Mother had to be carried back, covered in injuries, and he… he was still cursing at Mother.”

The girl's eyes were already red, and she couldn't hold back her tears.

She could only raise her arm to shield her eyes, so that the tears wouldn't wet the cotton the boy wanted to hug.

Perhaps the younger brother doesn't understand some things yet, but... she knows where the woman they call Mother will go to find that man, what she will experience there... and why she is covered in wounds.

She knew all of this... but she didn't understand why her mother kept doing this, over and over again...

Tears stung as they streamed down her face, as if they were cutting her skin apart with sharp, slicing cuts.

"Don't cry, sister... It's... It's okay, you're... fine now."

The boy offered a soft word of comfort.

The girl didn't tell the boy the inside story; she just looked at him with teary eyes.

"Xiaobao, how's everything at home... Is Mommy alright...?"

The boy thought for a moment, his eyes dimming. "Everything at home that could be sold has been sold... It seems like someone will come to take the house back... My mother was able to get up today... But, she didn't say a word, like... like a snowman."

The girl looked out the window at the dilapidated room, where the wind and snow made the last remaining red lantern sway, but... it hadn't been lit for many years.

There was a woman trapped in despair and darkness, stubbornly refusing to leave this hell on earth that she had long ago identified as her home.

She would always say, "A woman's fate is this: if she leaves... where will she go? She'll follow her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog. That's a woman's destiny, that's my destiny."

The girl refused to accept her fate, so one night she ran away from home. She wanted to let go of everything, but she couldn't let go of the last bit of warmth in her heart.

She ruffled his hair.

"Xiao Bao...you have to take good care of yourself..."

The boy looked at her and forced a smile. "Um... Sister, Father said he's going to sell me to the Zhang family in the west of the city... but I don't want to go."

The girl's body was trembling, whether from the fierce wind behind her or from seeing his smile, she couldn't tell.

"You...you want to sell yourself?"

The boy nodded, then said eagerly, "Sister, I've thought it all through. Don't be angry or sad... If we go to Master Zhang's house, our parents' lives will be a little easier... I heard they have a lot of money. Master Zhang recently lost his youngest son, so he wants me to go and support him. You won't have to worry about my food and clothing... Maybe I can even protect you in the future!"

"Xiao Bao..."

The girl seemed to finally break down. She hugged the boy, trembling and crying behind him, while wiping away her tears haphazardly with her hands.

The little boy in her arms would smile and comfort her.

"Sister... I'm sorry I didn't come with you back then... But I thought, the family line must continue, especially since I'm the son... I couldn't just abandon him. Now I'm so glad that you can live well on your own. That's wonderful, sister. You have to take good care of yourself, sister... You have to eat well, you've lost weight... Sister, I know, don't bring me steamed buns anymore... I know the embroidery workshop only gives out two steamed buns a day, right? You haven't eaten any."

The girl's eyes widened, and the boy slowly pushed her away.

Then he reopened the cloth bag and found that there was still a steamed bun left.

He squinted and smiled smugly at the girl, saying, "Look... I even saved one for my older sister!"

The girl still had to leave, because she knew that there was only darkness and no sunlight in this house.

So she could only hold firm to her belief that no matter what kind of life she had to live, she had to survive outside.

Only then can I one day free my younger brother from this misery.