Social Justice
Sui Zhu
Fu Yanxiu’s younger sister was still growing, his mother lay half-paralyzed on the kang, and he still had to study for the imperial examinations.
For all seven years of our engagement, I worked his family’s fields.
The day he passed the provincial examination, Fu Yanxiu came to break off our engagement, his face grim.
“Sui Zhu, the capital isn’t a place for someone like you,” he said.
