I had a big argument with my mom.

　　I swear I will work hard to study and strive to get into a good university.

　　But my mom started cutting off my living expenses.

　　She said if I had grown wings and didn't listen to my parents, then I should earn my own money to support myself.

　　At first, I tried to resist.

　　But I had no choice.

　　Just as my mom said, she had taken good care of me since I was little.

　　Now suddenly cutting off all financial support, I don't know where to start.

　　The factory doesn't hire child labor.

　　The school also has evening self-study.

　　I don't have the time or opportunity to earn money.

　　And even if I go back home, all the food is locked up.

　　I can only drink water quickly and continue doing exercises.

　　The more hungry I am, the stronger my determination to study becomes.

　　I want to go out, I want to see if other parents treat their daughters like this.

　　But the more exercises I do, the more uncomfortable my stomach feels, like a raging fire, causing me to break out in a cold sweat.

　　The students around me are all happy and content.

　　The tip of my pen suddenly broke.

　　I felt like all my strength had been drained, and my head heavily hit the desk.

　　My stomach was so hungry that it started producing acid.

　　I looked blankly at the sky outside the window, the wutong trees tall and strong.

　　If I apologize and admit my mistakes, will I no longer have to go hungry? Then I'll apologize.

　　I don't want to drink tap water anymore.

　　I don't want to look at locked-up food in front of me and not be able to eat it.

　　I won't dwell on why my parents suddenly don't love me anymore.

　　As long as I can survive, as long as I don't go hungry.

　　I'll do anything.

　　Between the blurred consciousness, I saw a figure running towards me.