Start That Should Not be Started

That year, Qiao You was 18 years old.

She had grown up in an orphanage with no parents and no parents. She had always been a loner and had adopted all sorts of sensible children. Only she had grown to the age of eighteen and no one was willing to give her a second look.

She still remembered the bright, sunny day when she had left the orphanage in a gray and blue dress, a braid, and a small suitcase of luggage.

No one said goodbye to her, no one even said goodbye. She was the longest resident here, but also the most pitiful person.

She washed the dishes, swept the floor, and even helped wash the towels in the factory. Her hands were bright scars from all kinds of chemicals, but it was rare for her to experience a trace of happiness. She could support herself, even if the place she lived in was a dilapidated metal house where she had to go to the toilet outside, but it was rare for her to have any hope of living.