Chu Lingxuan seemed to snap out of the resentment, glanced at Chen Afu, and continued, "The child had lost so much weight that she was skin and bones, curled up on the ground. She sat there, just staring blankly at the swallow's nest under the eaves. If it were not for her dirty little face, I could tell straight away how much she looked like me, and how much she bore a resemblance to my mother... All of her misfortune might perhaps be due to her looks... In that moment, I truly felt, this child was my daughter, my flesh and blood... The fledgling swallows in the nest chirped a few times, and the child broke into a small smile."