Su Yunuo held up her hands to ward off the leaves swirling in the wind. She squinted and glanced at the house, visible in the distance, with a weary expression. With strained arms, she struggled to lift the increasingly heavy basket on her back.,Today, it seemed like a storm was about to break. Thinking of that dilapidated house with a roof but no real protection from the elements, Su Yunduo felt a wave of helplessness wash over her.,As the saying goes, one autumn rain brings a chill. Besides the sturdy bed made by her scholar father, everything else in their home was thin and flimsy. The family didn't even have decent winter clothes. Su Yunduo felt resentment towards her grandfather, anger towards her stepmother, and above all, a sense of despair for the future.。