Song Qing sighed as she looked at the letter from her good friend. She simply didn't want to live that kind of life again; it was just too hard.

She decided to join the army; she remembered that Lu Yang had risen through the ranks quite quickly, and she figured that following him would definitely lead to a good life.

Whether Lu Yang is willing or not is none of her business; in any case, he never agreed to divorce her in her past life.

Besides, An'an is his daughter. How could he abandon them? If they really can't live together, then they should get a divorce.

Lu Yang used to send her 60 yuan every month, and with her own salary and occasional support from the Lu and Song families, she had saved up quite a bit of money over the years.

Her mother told her that even her husband should secretly save some money, and even taught her to keep two separate savings accounts.

One book costs 1842 yuan now, and another costs 1200 yuan. She doesn't plan to tell anyone about the 1200 yuan savings book.

Once she finds another job here, with her savings, she can raise her daughter even if she really separates from Lu Yang.

Having figured all this out, Song Qing wrote a letter to her friend that very night, thanking her for her help.

After finishing writing the letter, she went back to the kang (a heated brick bed), held her daughter, and fell asleep.

An'an woke up very early the next day. She didn't make a fuss, but just played with Song Qing's hair.

When Song Qing woke up, she looked at her daughter's chubby little hands and baby-faced cheeks and couldn't help but hug and kiss her.

During those ten years, she raised her daughter alone, and she relied on her daughter to get through many days.

Song Qing couldn't stop regretting it afterward; she didn't understand what she was insisting on.

My 13-year-old daughter has to go to school while I take care of her.

She should be at an age where girls are carefree, but she is extremely sensible.

She herself was pampered by her family when she was young, and she asked herself if she had ever been bothered by the trivialities of life when her daughter was that age.

But his own daughter is having such a hard time.

Tears gradually blurred her vision. Afraid that An'an would see, she pressed An'an's little head into her arms.

An'an was amused and kept laughing. Song Qing took a deep breath and composed herself.

"An'an, are you hungry?"

Although her daughter shook her head, she still got out of bed. The kang (a heated brick bed) wasn't as warm as it was at night, so she had to feed her daughter first.

An'an was wearing a large red cotton-padded coat, with several padded jackets underneath.

Before she came, Song's mother specially used her cloth coupons to buy cloth and made her a new cotton-padded coat. The cotton shoes she wore were a rare find; Lu's mother had asked a colleague to bring them from another place, and it seemed to have cost her more than ten yuan.

As for Song Qing, she was wearing a military-style padded coat that was now commonplace, with the only bright spot being a red scarf in the same color scheme as her daughter's coat.

After getting dressed, the mother and daughter picked up the thermos and shook it. Luckily, there was some hot water inside. They poured out some of the cold water from the ceramic basin, added some hot water, and washed their faces.

In those days, and since they were staying in a military guesthouse, there was no worry about losing anything. Song Qing packed some food coupons and change and planned to take his daughter out.

As soon as the door opened, Lu Yang stood outside with a cold expression.