C72 There must be Something to Hate about Poor People

Xiao Ya sat with her back to me on the cornfield ridge, her back half raised, looking sad and distant, as if she were looking into the distance in a trance.

Although I was unable to guess at her current state of mind, I could feel her absolute restlessness, and could also imagine the worry and helplessness deep within my heart. It's not fair for her to marry that cripple