I was really stupid, falling into other people's traps step by step, and blocking my way out.

That night, I called my father, but he immediately hung up the phone.

He probably thought I knew about the demolition and called him for money.

I called my mother again and left a message on her voicemail.

In their hearts, I had become the wicked and disobedient daughter.

I cried for a long time, crying out all the grievances I had suffered inexplicably over the years.