He sat there, heaving constant heavy sighs. But soon enough, he stood up again, rolled up his sleeves and decided to give his full efforts. If everyone worked hard enough, surely their lives wouldn't continue to get worse.
"What are you looking at?" Tang Zhijun asked, pinching his little niece's face. The little one was round and tender. He believed no other kid in the entire village could be as beautiful as his little Yuxin.
Tang Yuxin broke out a milky white toothy grin.
She lowered her head, continuing to eat her meal, trying to figure out when her second uncle had had the accident. She remembered it vaguely happening around when she was three, not long after she had left the Tang family. She didn't have strong memories of her third uncle; if she hadn't been reborn, she wouldn't even remember what he looked like.