I fled to Linjiang with my five-year-old sister.
We were close to starving when we met the kindhearted Steward Zhou.
“My mistress has been bedridden for a long time,” he told me.
“She wishes to adopt a daughter, someone to ease the loneliness of having no children.”
“Both your birth charts are compatible with hers.
One of you can be the young lady, but the other must be a maid.”
“Well, child?
Which will you choose?”