Everyone had their own destiny.
At that moment, the girl asked, "How should I address you?"
"I''m Wilbur."
"Okay."
The living room fell into silence again.
After a long time, Ivy straightened up and said, "I escaped from the mountains."
"Escaped?" Wilbur was a bit surprised.
Ivy suddenly smiled and said, "Yes. I can tell that you''re someone important. You might think that people like us are a joke."
"No, don''t misunderstand me."
Ivy did not respond to that. Instead, she seemed to have found someone to vent
to.
It was like she wasining, but also talking to herself at the same time. "Deep in the mountain, we are very poor. So poor that you wouldn''t believe it." "Did you have to starve?"
"Rather than starving, the poverty of the spirit was even more terrifying."
Wilbur did not answer and merely listened quietly.
Ivy asked, "Do you know what getting external help is?"
"External help?" Wilbur wondered.
Ivy suddenly smiled coldly, "Basically, it''s something a woman has to do to maintain a family."
Wilbur frowned at Ivy.
Ivyughed coldly and said, "Yes, it''s just like you thought. The mountains are very poor, and all the men are incrediblyzy. Even in the mountains, they can''t make a living for themselves. To survive, the women have to seek external help at night."
Wilbur''s eyebrows furrowed even more.
"You wouldn''t understand it. My family sleeps in a den at night. My father and I, as well as my brother, sleep together. The other end of the den is my mother, with another man."
Wilbur widened his eyes, unable to believe what he heard.
Ivy lowered her head and said hatefully, "I''m already in my teens, but every night, I have to see my mother sleeping with another man, listening to all the dirty things they do. That humiliation just constantly cuts into my heart every night like a knife, causing it to bleed."
"And your father just epts it?" Wilbur couldn''t help but ask. After all, something like that was hard to believe.
Ivy sneered and said, "The men there have no shame. They look at it with pride instead. Women who get the most external help are the pride of the family. It''s even something they talk about over drinks."
Wilbur waspletely speechless. How could there be men and family members like that?
"My father is an alcoholic. Every night, he drinks until he can''t even open his eyes. We didn''t even have the money for me to study after primary school. Every day, I just help out at home. I could see my fate. My mother was already an example for me. My father even said that, with my looks, I''d be a good woman with a lot of external help no matter who I marry, that I''d definitely be respected by the husband''s family," Ivy clenched her teeth and said.
Wilbur was stunned. What kind of parents would do something like that?
Ivy lowered her head and continued, "I''ve never wanted that shameless, idiotic, and disgusting life, so I snuck out and ended up here. I heard that this was a big city, and everyone was very smart. I wanted to live a cultured life, which is why I came here despite having nothing."
Wilbur nodded, acknowledging what Ivy did.
That ce was not somewhere meant for humans, leaving it was a good choice.
As for those parents, they could die for all he cares.
"But do you know what I encountered after arriving here?" Ivy looked at Wilbur. Wilbur paused for a moment before he said carefully, "What?"
"I went to a restaurant to work. I washed the dishes for twelve hours a day and made a modest sum," Ivy said.
Wilbur frowned and said, "That''s not too bad. At the very least, you left your family and managed to live like a normal person."
"I thought so too, so I worked incredibly sincerely and hard. I wanted to make some more money so I could study and live a better life."
Wilbur nodded, "That''s not a bad idea."
"But do you know what happened after that?" Ivy asked as she looked Wilbur in
the eye.