Nothing Good Will Come of It

"Grandfather, why didn't you train me like this when I was young?" Qiao Mei asked as she looked at Qiao Qiang curiously.

Qiao Qiang became lost in his thoughts for a long time. Even now, he could still remember the first time he saw Qiao Mei when he returned to the village. She was such a thin and tiny child with sunken collarbone and ribs. It was as if he could break Qiao Mei's fragile bones using just a little bit of force. She was like a skinny kitten who was lying in the pigsty on her last breath.

At that time, Qiao Mei had already suffered too much. Furthermore, she was Qiao Yue's only daughter. He could not bear to let Qiao Mei go through such physical training.