At the age of thirty-three, I became the youngest teacher in the school.

I completely escaped from hardship and became known as "Teacher Liu" by the students.

The school provided me with a single teacher's dormitory. From now on, I no longer have to live in that cold, damp, and perpetually dark basement.

Gradually, I accumulated some savings of my own.

When I handed over the double amount of tuition fees to my employer, they were already a grandmother at home, holding their grandchild.

I also met the employer's daughter, who was around the same age as me and incredibly beautiful.

Before I left, the employer's daughter walked me to the door and revealed something I didn't even know.

"My mom also went through difficult times. She said that when she saw you, it was like seeing herself back then. That's why she always wanted to help you, even though she was afraid of hurting your self-esteem. Every time she gave you clothes and daily necessities, she would give you ones that she had worn or used, so that you would feel a little better in your heart."

On the way back to school, I cried uncontrollably.

An unrelated employer saw my efforts and offered me help.

Meanwhile, my biological mother sold my virginity for three thousand yuan to a one-eyedcripple when I was sixteen, all for the sake of three thousand yuan.

The strings of longing, suppressed deep in my heart, shattered at this moment.

For so many years, I have grown accustomed to being alone, to eating alone, studying alone, and working alone.

It turns out that the feeling of being encouraged and cared for by someone is so beautiful.